| Give me a leaf in a condiment jar
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| fill it with well water.
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| My feet and my head
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| tucked in and wet
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| beneath a plate of shale bone.
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| I liked it and I’d do it again
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| to be a turtle and a mayonnaise magnet.
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| The world is quick and I’m a coward boy
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| so I’ll see you in the morning.
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| Give me a corner of the third drawer down
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| or hang me up from the mantle.
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| There’s not a foot in this place
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| but I’ve got plenty of space
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| somewhere there’s another.
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| I liked it and I’d do it again
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| to be a sock and made of polyester.
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| Well nothing’s easier than wearing me out
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| so I’ll see you in the morning.
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| Give me a plot and I’ll tell you a story
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| about the trials of birds and beavers.
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| The hammock swings, I count my rings
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| and my roots
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| in your backyard.
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| I liked it and I’d do it again
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| to be a tree and a canine kickstand.
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| Everyone’s a user and I can’t say «no»
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| so I’ll see you in the morning.
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| In the morning
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| In the morning
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| So I’ll see you in the morning |