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Well I slide through the days |
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Or drink them like water, |
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Hope I'll wake up again to a sparrow song... |
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I'm holding myself, |
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Waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat, |
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Praying for dryland... |
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Well the key that's in question, |
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I tied it to the end of a kite-string |
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On a windy day. |
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Well, you can have it if you find it, |
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But the last time I saw it |
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It was heading north to the mountain-lands |
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And here I am.... |
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Turning in circles, |
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Watching the hour hand passing me by... |
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All these saltwater days |
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Until it finally seems like the north star is returning to the night sky, |
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To my night sky.... |
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So I made a little room, |
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Up on the top shelf |
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And I won't hold that place dog-eared anymore, |
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No which is to say |
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Life just goes on dear, |
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Which is to say |
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Sometimes I miss you like hell... |
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I'm holding myself, |
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Waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat, |
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Praying for dryland, |
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I'm holding myself, |
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Waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat, |
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Praying for dryland... |
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I can slide through the days |
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Or drink them like water |
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Hope I'll wake up again |
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To a morning song.... |
