| Try shifting the weight from the throat
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| Grasp dense as ceramic
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| Try shifting the weight from the throat
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| Grasp dense as ceramic
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| These rough hands could start a fire
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| Exfoliate the day
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| It’s a tough pill to swallow
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| When the pillow feels like stone
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| Wish I could hibernate
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| But I’d lose what’s at stake
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| It’s getting easier with time
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| I just don’t have the stomach
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| To swallow what I think is hopeless
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| In a few years, we’ll be laughing
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| Take a few years to view the world
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| My veins have a fury that’s churning
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| My lungs have a fire that’s burning
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| Mean I can’t, means I won’t go hungry
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| It means I can’t starve
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| I can’t starve
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| Free the moths 'cause they are tired
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| Of filling pocket space
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| Write a memoir on a napkin
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| I wish I could hibernate
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| But I’d lose what’s at stake
|
| It’s getting easier with time
|
| I just don’t have the stomach
|
| To swallow what I think is the new world
|
| My veins have a fury that’s churning
|
| My lungs have a fire that’s burning
|
| Means I can’t, means I won’t go hungry
|
| It means I can’t starve
|
| Try shifting the weight from the throat
|
| Grasp dense as ceramic
|
| Try shifting the weight from the throat
|
| Grasp dense as ceramic
|
| I just don’t have the stomach
|
| To swallow what I think is hopeless
|
| My veins have a fury that’s churning
|
| My lungs have a fire that’s burning
|
| Means I can’t means I won’t go hungry
|
| It means I can’t starve
|
| Means I can’t means I won’t go hungry
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| It means I can’t starve |