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Streets full of people |
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With trinkets to share |
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Offering them up for folks in despair |
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Yandi and crystals and oils for growth |
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Of spirit and body and mind as we go |
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Emphasis placed on the body and mind |
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The heart os often somewhere behind |
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Strange |
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Tiny little bones of the innocent child |
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Lookin up at me with the saddest of eyes |
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Is her innocence in tact? |
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Or has it been stained? |
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Has the creature that feeds her taken it away |
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Strange |
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So sad it's strange |
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I recognize my health |
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Things i have been dealt |
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Places that i have roamed |
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Feelings i've had |
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Things that i know |
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Home, my home |
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Home, my home |
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Home, i'm home |
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Running through the bush |
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And all of the trees |
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Moving in time with my capable speed |
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Skippy ants claw |
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At the edge of the bowl |
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Of the shell of an egg |
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Of bird long since gone |
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Maybe it rose up |
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To spread it's new wings |
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Or maybe it nourished |
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A stronger sibling |
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Strange |
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Places we roam |
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And people we meet |
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Some connections are strong |
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And some of them are weak |
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1 or 2 or 3 or 4 |
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Or maybe 5 or 6 or more |
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Strong as the roots |
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Of a big old gum tree |
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And we'll carry them through |
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To the next life we see |
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Strange |
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So beautifully strange |
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Recognize my health |
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Things that i have been dealt |
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Places that i have roamed |
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Feelings i've had |
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Things that i know |
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Home, my home |
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Home, my home |
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Home, i'm home |
