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i was in a state |
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around the house |
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constant disarray |
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of my thoughts |
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waiting for a flight |
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to clear my head |
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always at my best when i arrive |
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holiday parade |
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we laugh, it rains |
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covered with our hoods |
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i shield my face |
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fragile china piece around your neck |
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celebration drinks |
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my shirts a wreck |
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its quiet here |
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and i have learned to breathe |
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rest easily |
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i promise not to leave |
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the cold has not quite left |
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your home just yet |
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artificial heat does its best |
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mystery of light |
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prevails tonight |
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a ring around the moon; we cant decide |
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in symphony |
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the earth is turning green |
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just dirt beneath |
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no worries at our feet |
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in symphony |
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we laugh with all we see |
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just dirt beneath |
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no worries at our feet |
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pacing around |
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your floor cant be found |
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clothes on the ground |
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pacing around |
