| We’re not always lucky enough
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| To find what we want in the dirt and the dust
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| You might find diamonds when I might find glass
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| In the dirt and the dust
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| And we’re not always virtuous enough
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| To brush ourselves clean of the dirt and the dust
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| Once I found silver but then watched it rust
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| In the dirt and the dust
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| There’s only one step between
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| Something just thought of and something that’s already been
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| You can’t position yourself like a dog on a shelf
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| Hoping someone might pick you up
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| And show you what you really need
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| So we trust in what we find in the dirt and the dust
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| If you want to make it then make you must from the dirt and the dust
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| Rarely are we smart enough to divide the water from beneath the hard crust
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| We keep on lowering buckets and we keep on drawing them out
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| There’s only one step between
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| Something just thought of and something that’s already been
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| You can’t position yourself like a dog on a shelf
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| Hoping someone might pick you up
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| And show you what you really need
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| So we trust in what we find in the dirt and the dust
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| If you want to make it then make you must from the dirt and the dust
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| Now we trust in what we find in the dirt and the dust
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| If you want to make it then make you must from the dirt and the dust
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| Beneath the sky is just just a blanket
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| Thrown over us like a net
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| And every star is just a drop in the stitch
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| Proving we’re not ready yet
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| Just a drop in the stitch proving we’re not ready yet
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| Now we trust in what we find in the dirt and the dust
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| If you want to make it then make you must from the dirt and the dust |