| I catch a fly in my hand
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| My knuckles go white
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| I wanted to fly
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| It didn’t help me understand
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| But it sure felt good to hold
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| Heavy change is what i need
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| No bag of silver with a smiling queen
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| I got a spider in a box you see
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| Someday i’ll take a little sum for me
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| From Rome to my very hand
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| Slipping through like each grain of sand
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| I open letters to the sound of air
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| But, aw get away i don’t want to share
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| Look for the silver theres a finders fee
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| And theres an acre for every tree
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| I wanna go share it around
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| I drop a penny and i hear no sound
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| I close the box, hide it away
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| And put a value on their currency
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| Thats ten to them for every one to me
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| Swollow the key for another day
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| Its through the nose, this shit is true
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| My favourite letters, I.O.U
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| I cut some feathers with some amber beads
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| I got an empty bag of some whales teeth
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| Show me the blood to pasify
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| Its what makes mothers leave to babies cry
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| I wanna go share all around
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| I change the time for every pound of pounds |