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Some things can't be bottled |
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See how it's draining out the bottom |
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Just like holding onto water |
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My eyes will only open for so long |
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So show me everything |
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I'm always aching to see |
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It's not pretty |
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I know But still this is who |
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I'll always be |
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I'm learning to trust you enough to take from you |
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You can trust me too |
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I have many gifts |
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That's right my |
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God gave them to me |
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I've worked hard to learn to use them |
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And now I'll go and teach |
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Bothell is beautiful in the fall |
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Days of my youth were not so long ago |
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I learned things here that some men never see |
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The lucky ones know exactly what |
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I mean I'm learning to trust you enough to take from you |
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You can trust me too |
