| He looked Up
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| Stared at the sky for an answer
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| A gust of wind
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| A brush of skin
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| But that wasn’t enough for him
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| He wanted to look down
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| But started looking Up again
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| Kept wondering what Up could bring
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| If Up could bring him Up to the surface
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| Enough to breathe
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| It’s tough when the water’s above your lips
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| And your nose is too stuffed to sniff
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| In the way that’s
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| Too buff to tread
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| Arms feel heavy
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| And legs won’t kick like Augustus
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| He looked Up
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| Stared at the bottom of the raindrops
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| Raised his hands up under the spill
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| And as the rain fell down from Up
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| He felt what he thought he couldn’t
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| Looking from under the bridge
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| Dumped his knapsack
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| Flushed his pills
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| Hopin' shit’ll look Up from here
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| He looked Up.
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| Is anybody Up there listening?
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| I could use a little help right now
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| Is anybody Up there listening?
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| I’m on my way, on my way Up…
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| She looked Up
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| Stared at the ceiling for an answer
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| The phone rang
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| Ignored again
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| She was too exhausted to speak
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| And tired of the ol' «gotta stay stronger,» speech
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| There’s no Up to a woman that’s down
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| So there’s no use trying to «U» up that frown
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| She was given three months to breathe
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| Which was off by a month and a couple of weeks
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| Her family saw it as a blessing
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| All she saw was Up
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| Pull the plug
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| She was never really one to whine
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| She would just wonder why
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| She couldn’t be up while the sun was high
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| «Please put me down
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| So I can start my climb towards Up
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| I know I’m too young to die
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| But this is not what I call being alive…»
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| She looked up…
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| He looked down
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| Buried his face in his painting
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| His tear stains smeared the paint
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| He feared this day would come
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| But he was overwhelmed by the screams from up
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| And it was unfair to run
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| But where could he go?
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| He was the brick wall to some
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| For the love of my son
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| What the fuck have I done? |