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There's a crack in the glass where the water gets out |
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There's a dusty wind when the heart's in drought |
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And the map of the world looks as if true north |
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Disappeared entirely |
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I can live divided or bent |
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Conspire in my own diminishment |
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Or believe in the better world |
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I've dreamt |
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That grows from inside out |
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So today I'll drop stones into the river |
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And the current takes them out into forever |
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And the truth is most of us will never know |
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Where our best intentions go |
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And still |
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I'll drop another stone |
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So we trust in a dim flashlight |
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And always walk into available light |
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I'm not a woman inclined to bet |
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But it's never failed me yet |
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So today I'll drop stones into the river |
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And the current takes them out into forever |
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And the truth is most of us will never know |
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Where our best intentions go |
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And still |
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I'll drop another stone |
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So today we'll drop stones into the river |
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And the current takes them out into forever |
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And the truth is most of us will never know |
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Where our best intentions go |
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And still we'll drop another stone |
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The empty self still hears a call |
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To live in the center of the ache and awe |
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It's there the hope of the whole world shines |
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And yes, there still is time |
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So today I'll drop stones into the river |
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And the current takes them out into forever |
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And the truth is most of us will never know |
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Where our best intentions go |
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And still |
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I'll drop another stone |
