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Clearing webs from the hovel |
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A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel |
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I've been diggin' too deep, I always do |
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I see my face on the surface, I look a lot like narcissus |
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A dark abyss of an emptiness |
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Standin' on the edge of a drowning blue |
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I look behind my ears for the green |
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And even my sweat smells clean |
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Glare off the white hurts my eyes |
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I gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail |
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Learn how to use my hands, not just my head |
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I think myself into jail |
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Now I know a refuge never grows |
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From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose |
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Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose |
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I had a lot of good intentions |
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Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension |
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Started seein' the road to hell and just where it starts |
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But my life is more than a vision |
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The sweetest part is acting after makin' a decision |
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I started seein' the whole as a sum of it's parts |
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And I look behind my ears for the green |
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And even my sweat smells clean |
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Glare off the white hurts my eyes |
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I gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail |
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Learn how to use my hands, not just my head |
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I think myself into jail |
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Now I know a refuge never grows |
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From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose |
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Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose |
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My life is part of the global life |
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I'd found myself becoming more immobile |
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When I'd think a little girl in the world can't do anything |
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A distant nation my community |
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A street person my responsibility |
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If I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring |
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I look behind my ears for the green |
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Even my sweat smells clean |
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Glare off the white hurts my eyes |
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I gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail |
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Learn how to use my hands, not just my head |
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I think myself into jail |
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Now I know a refuge never grows |
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From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose |
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Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose |
