| And then the child becomes the worrier,
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| And you’re the worrier, so worry over this-
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| What’s the thing that has you reaching out to it like a phantom limb?
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| And to the action comes a character,
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| And he reveals a wish to see himself in ink,
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| So you take a pen,
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| you write a list called 'all the stages that the world begins',
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| And then the years relay the seasons,
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| You fill the sky, you give him means to lift his chin;
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| And then the tides relay the oceans,
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| You give him reason for believing
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| That he’s in Some
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| Creation.
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| To make him grow you give him barriers,
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| To make him grow you give him barriers to fell,
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| Now he wants to know if there’s a narrator;
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| You dry the riverbed, and so he builds a well.
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| And when the woman comes, he marries her,
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| And then the woman is another to himself,
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| Now she wants to know if there’s a narrator-
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| She wants to know if there’s a narrative to tell,
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| And then the years relay the seasons,
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| You fill the sky you give them means to lift their chins,
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| And then the tides relay the oceans,
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| You give them reason for believing-
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| And then the years relay the seasons,
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| You fill the sky you give her means to lift her chins,
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| And then the tides relay the oceans,
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| You give her reason for believing
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| That she’s in Some
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| Creation
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| Creation
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| Creation
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| Creation |