| Where, oh, where is that little child that used to play?
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| Another turning of the page, another churning of the day
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| Are you tired of the same? |
| To much flower dulls the brain
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| (your rhyming’s stale again)
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| I was hoping to be wise. |
| Vision is two realeyes
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| I’ve read a lot of How-To books on how to take action
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| (If you would kindly lift the blanket from my eyes)
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| Appalachian woman is a century plus old
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| Is there something to be said here? |
| Hope you
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| Realize
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| Few and Far between are these rocks to hop
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| So set up shop and get to work
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| No such thing as a living room
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| When you sit around
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| Streaked a frozen lake just to test testosterone
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| Message to me (did a world of good)
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| Lost eleven pounds to the tracks in Ireland
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| Never bet on the likes of a horse named
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| Robin Hood
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| I would give anything to visit History
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| Anything to replant History
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| Oh, to dig for parts of me
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| Stem to branch-trunk-seed
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| Caught the theme of just what life’s to be
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| The specters speculate
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| With their pounding on my head
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| They’re rattling my bed
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| The slumber sucks you in
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| I didn’t hear from you
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| And you and you on my birthday
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| Message to me? |
| (I'm quite the same way)
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| Building new boats instead of Raising Titanics
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| What am I trying to say?
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| We swim or die. |
| We sink or burn
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| We try and fail (but try)
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| This message sent to me is that
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| This picture ain’t complete
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| Run along, live. |
| Don’t sit around |