| Baby in the basket
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| I saw you reaching out your hand
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| You were grasping at the wind
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| I knew exactly what you meant
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| I was sitting on the last train it was dragging
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| Me home to all of that mess
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| And pulled over the tracks
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| Sitting still felt more like falling back
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| And out come the hands
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| Out comes the rug from underneath
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| And everything seems so real
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| Til you’re waking up here at the wheel
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| After all you’ve given up
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| Every crumb they took from your tongue
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| After all your bitter luck
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| You’re done. |
| you’re saying 'enough is enough'
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| I know it’s a hard world
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| We’re given to cling to the easier path
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| But this is a wrong turn
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| Feeling that fear is the only way past
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| So do not be hemmed in
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| Do not by dollar, nor doctrine, nor snow, no
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| Don’t think of small things
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| Turn your eye to the neon beyond
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| No after all you’ve given up
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| Every crumb they took from your tongue
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| After all your bitter luck
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| All your silently swallowing’s done
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| After all you’ve given up
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| All your drowned and your runaway sons
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| Now you ought to be speaking up
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| Saying 'enough is enough' but is 'enough is enough' enough?
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| Find the sapling
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| Sand it smooth
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| Sharpen the stone edge
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| Feather the grooves
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| Make it sure, make it true. |
| before you let it loose
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| Feel the moment
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| See the moves
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| Calm and focused
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| As you notch the wood
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| You put everything in. then you let go of it
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| All that you did, just let go of it
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| Yeah that’s how it is, you let go of it
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| We were looking back
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| We were looking down
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| But we’re looking up
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| We’re looking out now!
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| Look at us! |
| looking up! |