| You tie your shoes too tight, you know
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| Cause it feels better that way
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| And when you don’t, all night you are dreaming
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| You walk, laces streaming down the street behind you
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| A river of tangled string
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| You are unraveling
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| And no one else seems to mind
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| You keep it to yourself, stay numb and act fine
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| You wear the truth under your sole, like a pebble
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| It makes you limp and sway
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| But it will out someday
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| Take it from me it is no use
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| Washing your hands so often they are clean and cracked
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| You never get your old skin back
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| Once you have loved like that
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| You’re a river of tangled string…
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| He is inside you, he loved your marrow
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| You think you could cut him out with a knife
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| If you went deep enough
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| I don’t think so
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| Maybe sing him back to living
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| 'cause he might rise like a snake in a basket
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| Or he may close his eyes
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| And wait till his life is a full-fledged casket, floating on
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| A river of tangled string… |