| I used to be a Capricorn, stolen,
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| a mother bore me with all her love.
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| Cavities, and tiny portions,
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| shared amongst my fellow orphans.
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| One always gets away.
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| Neither eye has grown,
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| a pupil, soggy bones,
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| home is where the heart is.
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| Wave goodbye and wish good tidings,
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| it was good for while it lasted.
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| I have been moved along.
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| And I suppose,
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| it’s better than never my soul,
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| it’s late for the devil.
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| I must have missed him calling out.
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| I smile, for the first time ever,
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| my soul, flies through heaven.
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| The early bird gets the worm.
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| No time to lose, I am,
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| mute, too experienced the ways, of my words.
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| Feel an awkward breeze,
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| the bending of my knees.
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| Rejoice,
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| I am at peace.
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| And I suppose,
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| it’s better than never my soul,
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| it’s late for the devil.
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| I must have missed him calling out.
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| I smile,
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| for the first time ever,
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| my soul,
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| flies through heaven.
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| The early bird gets the worm.
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| Till the walls come falling, hands.
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| Much too young to understand.
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| Things don’t always go to plan, I’m upsidedown.
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| Again.
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh!
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| Feel an awkward breeze,
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| the bending of my knees.
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| Rejoice,
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| I am at peace.
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| And I suppose, it’s better than never,
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| my soul, it’s late for the devil.
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| I must have missed him calling out.
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| I smile, for the first time ever,
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| my soul, flies through heaven.
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| Here I am reborn, again.
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| Reborn again. |