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Don't move an inch |
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Listen for a singing |
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Hitting in your bones like they were forks |
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If you hear what I hear |
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Don't just sit there |
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We are only strumming water |
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On this most unlikely chord |
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You got blown shore to shore |
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Not quite sailing |
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Riding on the trade-winds of age |
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Things blow in |
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Don't just cast them |
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You say it now, what you want to stay |
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I was once on a long boat |
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Star mapping the night roots |
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Lightening the load |
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Just in case |
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Things float in to be taken |
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If you don't know by now, what will stay |
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So don't move an inch |
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Don't move a single second |
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Until the shade behind your thoughts is not confused |
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'Cause I felt your itch |
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I know the scent as well as any |
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Clotting your garden |
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Of paint or pollen |
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Brick in your mortar |
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Petals to soak in |
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On the cracks |
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Thicker or finer |
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Milk in your water |
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Black in your primer |
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Wood in your brush |
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Now I am your cloth |
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Whatever you want |
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The best is upon us |
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Its a finicky muse |
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With only potential to choose |
