| I tried to wear the world
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| Like some kind of garment
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| I reach my fingers down inside
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| Of every single pocket
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| In fabric stained and torn and ripped
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| Pulling at the seams, I wander out
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| Onto the streets and subways
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| Perhaps so gracelessly
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| It does not matter to the world if I embody it
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| It could not matter less that I wanted to be a part of it
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| Still I fumble with my hands and took
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| To open it, to part it
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| I tried to wear the world
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| Like some kind of jacket
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| It does not keep me warm, I cannot
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| Ever seem to fasten it
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| Bodies never warned not to move
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| They wanted all of it
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| The light did stumble down from the sky
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| In spite of all of it
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| Why can’t I be the body
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| Graceful in the cloth of it?
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| Why can’t you want me for the
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| Way I cannot handle it?
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| Don’t turn me around
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| I’m already on the ground
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| I tried to wear each word
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| That you had ever said to me
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| Even as careless as it turns out
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| You have been with me
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| I stood and reached out to hold
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| Everything that I am told |