| I’m through with this, this beautiful hat
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| I’ve never let nothing be as easy as that
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| I won’t let it be like the nest of a dream
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| A cradle for a stone when all of this seems
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| As likely as stones are to rise up and sing
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| As likely as birds to fly out of this thing
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| As likely as birds to fly out of this thing
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| The water grows quiet, or so it pretends
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| It stands deep and cloudy and waits to come in
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| And take up the place that one time was mine
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| When I was beginning to learn how to climb
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| Thinking myself to be doing just fine
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| Reaching your knees when just finding mine
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| Reaching your knees while living on mine
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| So take this away your hat full of birds
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| That refuse now to rise and I give you my word
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| That whatever comes I swear it was true
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| That nothing has ever looked better on you
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| Nothing has ever looked better on you
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| Nothing has ever looked better on you |