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When I can't find words and wisdom in my life |
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And barriers abound |
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Should I feel blinded by the light |
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Knee deep up to my neck in heavy water |
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I conjure up my muse |
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She's my means to achieve a simple quota |
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When it's make or break |
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Make no mistake |
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She appears like lightning in a bottle |
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I catch the spark |
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Oh she lights the dark |
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The knot's undone the ideas come |
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Like two hands on a throttle |
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There's a place of one way streets and doubt |
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No red lights ever change |
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We wind up with no exit out |
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Facts are facts and stumbling blocks delay the mind |
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That's when my muse arrives |
