| I went after the door through my living room
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| I don’t wanna know the new from my room
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| Should I pull up the phone on the kitchen
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| so I can feel the dark while I’m doing all my dishes
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| To live in a house and have breathing
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| is a luxury when you understand its meaning
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| But even in the dusk am I dreaming?
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| a galaxy of stars above the ceiling
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| In my eye I’m understanding what I see
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| its hard to think 'bout all the time it takes
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| to get from the space to me
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| (yeah, they’re everywhere)
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| Yeah, they’re everywhere
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| wouldn’t ever know where I should be
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| and there’s the thinking
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| and I’ve been thinking
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| of the many little pennies
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| This different ocean
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| Wanna be good and stay queued
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| when we step inside the ocean
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| (Oh) stay grind
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| It’s hard to sit myself down
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| and just think about the notion
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| Oh, I’m crying
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| shouldn’t I be content with what I’ve got
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| and not seek dimes
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| (Oh) Am I denying
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| What I sought ?? |
| something that
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| I enjoyed but acquired
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| And I wonder if it’s me who’s just a thief
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| who’s taking a stash and blazing the grass
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| digging a hole and digging it deep,
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| (and I’ll dig for a while)
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| Yeah, I’ll dig for a while
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| 'cause I never know when to plant the seed
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| and I must start thinking
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| and I’m gonna (be) thinking
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| of the many little pennies
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| (but it’s good)
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| It’s good to be a… ???
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| It’s good to be a… ???
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| And if I had some kind of need
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| Maybe the thing I need is the thing I’ve got
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| And if I look inside of me
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| I’ll find the thing that gets me to the bottom
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| And I know that there are needy
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| some are good, yeah but some are rotten
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| Why should I motivate the needs
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| When I know my needs should be forgotten
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| Is it alright if we forget? |