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At times I'm so preoccupied running |
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I forget paying attention to where |
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I'm going |
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At times I'm so busy reaching ecstacy |
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I forget paying attention to all other needs |
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We've all got our methods of survival |
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These are mine |
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Shoo away the annoying dandelion seeds |
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Chase a katzenjammer violin up a tree |
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Startle the birds so they take off |
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With the entire lake in their feathers |
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At times I'm so busy avoiding trouble |
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I forget paying attention to what |
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I miss out on |
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These everchanging methods of survival |
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I may be too deep into the darkside |
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But I know we need to be a bit naive as well |
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One thing though - how to regain naivete |
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When already cynical? |
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Have some bittersweets |
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They're good for you |
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Please help yourself to some bittersweets and light refreshments |
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Paper aeroplanes crash into bottles spilling wine |
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On flies hanging around washing their hands |
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Maud lin flies reel all over the table when suddenly |
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A turreen of soup tips over as the cloth woos and stretches for the sheets on the clothes line |
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I need my escapism |
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I'll hold on to it till |
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I learn new methods of survival |
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Somehow somehere sometime it will all be good |