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Some philosophies fuel the belief in the self |
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Constructed to keep one's goods on one's own shelf |
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Built well, you're a strong letter "I" |
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With your feet on the ground and your head to the sky |
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Now and then you can bend |
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It's okay to lean over, lean over my way |
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You fear that you can't do it all |
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And you're right |
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Even day takes relief every day |
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from its work making light from the night |
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And when you're holding me |
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We make a pair of parentheses |
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There's plenty space to encase |
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Whatever weird way my mind goes |
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I know I'll be safe in these arms |
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When you're holding me |
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We make a pair of parentheses |
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There's plenty space to encase |
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Whatever weird way my mind goes |
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I know I'll be safe in these arms |
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If something in the deli aisle makes you cry |
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Of course I'll put my arm around you |
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And I'll walk you outside |
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Through the sliding doors |
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Why would I mind? |
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If something in the deli aisle makes you cry |
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Of course I'll put my arm around you |
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And I'll walk you outside |
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Through the sliding doors |
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Why would I mind? |
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You're not a baby if you feel the world |
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All of the babies they can feel the world |
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That's why they cry |
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And when you're holding me |
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We make a pair of parentheses |
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There's plenty space to encase |
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Whatever weird way my mind goes |
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I know I'll be safe in these arms |
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When you're holding me |
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We make a pair of parentheses |
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There's plenty space to encase |
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Whatever weird way my mind goes |
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I know I'll be safe in these arms |
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If something in the deli aisle makes you cry |
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Of course I'll put my arm around you |
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And I'll walk you outside |
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Through the sliding doors |
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Why would I mind? |
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All of the babies they can feel the world |
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That's why they cry |
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And when you're holding me |
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We make a pair of parentheses |
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There's plenty space to encase |
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Whatever weird way my mind goes |
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I know I'll be safe in these arms |
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When you're holding me |
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We make a pair of parentheses |
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There's plenty space to encase |
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Whatever weird way my mind goes |
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I know I'll be safe in these arms |
