| Water goes not of its choosing
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| Waterfalls and water dropping
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| Water has no way of stopping
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| Water goes down, water went into me, 90%
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| But water can’t try, never will, it’s my 10% that fights uphill
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| And when I’m dead and the water crawls out, all that 90% falls out
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| And all that’s left are the bones that rattle the feet that climbed and
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| thoughts that battled
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| That’s the part with the gifts and flaws
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| The water just obeys nature’s laws
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| Just obey and just give in and follow the rest have been
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| But I had to fail and go be lonely just to learn I had my own way
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| The things I want might just be trouble
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| I might be left with only rubble
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| But I’ve got too much confidence to only do things that make sense
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| When you were young you got good grades
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| It always seemed you had it made
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| When I was young and people liked me and told me all the things I might be
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| But everything was unpredicted, who knows just what might have fixed it?
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| And time tries to pass in a torrent but I claw against the current
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| Because water’s leaking, water’s moving
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| Water goes not of its choosing
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| Waterfalls and water dropping
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| Water has no way of stopping
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| Water goes down, water went into me, 90%
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| But water can’t try, never will, it’s my 10% that fights uphill
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| And when I’m dead and the water crawls out, all that 90% falls out
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| And all that’s left are the bones that rattle the feet that climbed and
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| thoughts that battled
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| That’s the part with the gifts and flaws
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| The water just obeys nature’s laws |