| Gonna lay down in the grass
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| And watch that acorn split in two, slowly take root
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| While the clock upon the wall makes idle boasts
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| And my mind’s out cruising silent coasts
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| Though the ghosts of better days might twist my eyes
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| Gonna stand my ground, watch that sapling rise
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| Just as long as I’ve the strength, well, I’ll raise that flag
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| Like a wisp of cloud from a mountain crag
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| Now this is awkward
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| I kept it bottled up too long
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| Years like tiny drops of rain on a glassy lake
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| Leaving naught but circles in their wake
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| Though we barely comprehend what the question is
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| Only know for certain, the answer’s yes
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| Now this is awkward
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| Really don’t know where to begin
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| I kept it bottled up too long
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| (I know that feeling too, yeah)
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| Don’t ask me where the time has gone
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| (I know that feeling too, yeah)
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| Days I can’t tell no right from wrong
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| (I know that feeling too, yeah)
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| I kept it bottled up too long
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| (Know that feeling, know that feeling)
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| Tell me about it, tell me about it, tell me about it
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| (Like sunlight breaking through, yeah)
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| Tell me about it, tell me about it, tell me about it
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| (I know that feeling too)
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| Gonna lay down in the grass
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| And watch that acorn split in two, slowly take root
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| (Take root) |