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Five lovely lessons learned today |
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Coating my throat with the dust of a new day |
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As the saints pray their lonely way |
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And their deadweight lays the passion to waste |
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Maybe if I sew my heart on my sleeve |
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They'll drop the bomb on me and I'll wake up |
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I can only fix so much in my sleep |
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I can only drink so much from this empty cup |
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I know I must not think bad thoughts |
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I'm always beaten to the punch |
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I'm holding aces high and low |
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And in between I'm trying to break my fall |
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Give me a piece of what you've got |
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I'll make it new with much less thought |
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It's symbolic and full of trash |
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Lofty endearments whispered under your breath |
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Five lessons remembered from yesterday |
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Easing my mind and seizing each new day |
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Beyond and back I'm still the same |
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Kicked over some old trash but I still waste |
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I still waste |
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I still waste |
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I still waste |
