| For starts
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| What a waste to say the heart could feel apart
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| Or feel complete, baby
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| Why would you make out of words a cage for your own bird?
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| When it sings so sweet
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| The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
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| Why would you offer a name to the same old tired pain?
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| When all things come from nothing and, honey, if nothing’s gained?
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| My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
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| It’s how I know now that you understand
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| There’s no plan, there’s no race to be run
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| The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
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| There’s no plan, there’s no kingdom to come
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| I’ll be your man if you got love to get done
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| Sit in and watch the sunlight fade
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| Honey, enjoy, it’s gettin' late
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| There’s no plan, there’s no hand on the rein
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| As Mack explained, there will be darkness again
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| Let it hurl, let the awful song be heard
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| Blue bird, I know your beat, baby
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| But your secret is safe with me 'cause if secrets were like seeds
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| Keep my body from the fire, hire a gardener for my grave
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| Your secret is safe with me, and if secrets were like seeds
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| When I’m lying under marble, marvel at flowers you’ll have made
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| My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
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| That’s how I know now that you understand
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| There’s no plan, there’s no race to be run
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| The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the song
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| There’s no plan, there’s no kingdom to come
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| But I’ll be your man if you got love to get done
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| Sit in and watch the sunlight fade
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| Honey, enjoy, it’s gettin' late
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| There’s no plan, there’s no hand on the rein
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| As Mack explained, there will be darkness again
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| My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
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| It’s how I know now that you understand
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| How big the hourglass, how deep the sand
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| I shouldn’t hope to know, but here I stand
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| And there’s no plan, there’s no race to be run
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| The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
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| There’s no plan, there’s no kingdom to come
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| But I’ll be your man if you got love to get done
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| Sit in and watch the sunlight fade
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| Honey, enjoy, it’s gettin' late
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| There’s no plan, there’s no hand on the rein
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| As Mack explained, there will be darkness again |