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I float like an old piece of wood on the |
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Hudson I may have a purpose |
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But it's mysterious to me |
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I wait in dark corners for instruction |
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Get on my bike |
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Peddle over bridges |
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Along rivers and wind back where |
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I started |
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And so in moments of weakness or strength |
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I ask god for forgiveness and guidance |
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Then I fall asleep |
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And meet him somewhere along the fractures |
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And so in moments of weakness or strength |
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I ask god for forgiveness and guidance |
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Then I fall asleep |
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And meet him somewhere along the fractures |
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And in the breaks, along the fractures |
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And in the breaks, all along the fractures |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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I go fishing |
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A giant rod with a string and a hook |
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I work into the cracks |
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With no idea what |
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I want back |
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Standing on my heart |
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Like a world in turmoil |
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Alone with |
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God A vagrant |
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A figment |
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An idiot With no thoughts or ideas |
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Something tugs on the string |
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And I keep floating down the river |
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Riding over bridges |
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Advancing the myth called surrender |
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All bones break |
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All skulls crack and turn cold |
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In moments of strength or weakness |
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I ask for help |
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And so in moments of weakness or strength |
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I ask god for forgiveness and guidance |
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Then I fall asleep |
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And meet him somewhere along the fractures |
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And so in moments of weakness or strength |
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I ask god for forgiveness and guidance |
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Then I fall asleep |
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And meet him somewhere along the fractures |
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And so in moments of weakness or strength |
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I ask god for forgiveness and guidance |
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Then I fall asleep |
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And meet him somewhere along the fractures |
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And so in moments of weakness or strength |
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I ask god for forgiveness and guidance |
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Then I fall asleep |
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And meet him somewhere along the fractures |
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And in the breaks, along the fractures |
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And in the breaks, all along the fractures |
