| To be the motion actor,
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| Two broken strings, attracted,
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| To groom my face in life and doom
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| Hesitate to throw a coin in,
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| A wish could be a bad thing,
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| My mouth is just a mush of drool
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| Standing on the bridge I Wink at you from up high
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| A talking fish comes as she moves
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| I want to be like water
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| And never need a doctor
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| And carve the earth without my tools
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| Do it all
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| All the things that I relate to well,
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| Like authors and painters
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| Transparent paper wings
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| That float above me while I sleep
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| To make the room more natural
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| So we could die in it and die in it and die
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| The color after sunset
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| You’d do anything to jinx it,
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| It’ll crush your sculpture just like a willow,
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| He doesn’t need a house
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| His shoes will walk for miles
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| There’s a gypsies face make on my pill.
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| I want to be like water and slip into your throat
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| And make you feel alive and good
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| I want to be like water and never have a doubt and
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| Reflect what is around my pool
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| Do it all
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| All the things that I relate to them
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| Like authors and painters,
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| Transparent paper wings
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| That float above me while I sleep
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| To make the room more natural
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| So we could die in it and die in it and die.
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| And all the dreams that I awake to read like ghostly paintings
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| And all the things I hate, I wish I didn’t have to hate
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| To find a room that’s natural
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| To live and die in it, live and die, live and die.
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| I don’t think you know just what you’re doing
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| You pretend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving
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| Said I don’t think I know exactly what I’m doing
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| But I tend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving
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| When you wake up from your snoozin'
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| I’ll tell you how to do it my way
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| I’ll tell you what I’m doin'
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| There’s a knife up in the drawer
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| Anybody try to stop it And I’ll find out where you’re stompin'
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| And it’s all about the days you spend
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| Well, I’ll be at our home |