| If I were to stretch myself out
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| Really work and stretch myself out
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| (Inside and out)
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| I stretch out my ego and stretch out my mind
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| (My space and my time)
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| I stretch out my organs and stretch out my skin
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| My strength and my fears
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| My toes to my ears
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| (My virtue’s my sin)
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| I stretch me out across the city
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| My eyes roll out into the suburbs
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| My boyhood is a fountain that flows through drought
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| I reach for the mountain when I stretch myself out
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| Stretch it out
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| Feel it out
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| Time is in and space is out
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| Black it out
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| All throughout
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| Hit the top to bottom out
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| Stretch it out
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| To figure out
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| There could never be a doubt
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| Reward in time
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| Always, always
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| Behind my heart, over the hill
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| There’s a small house where you live still
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| It once was our home
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| (My blood and my bone)
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| But now you’re there alone
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| 'Cause my feet had to walk
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| And they carry my hands and my lips and my thought
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| My kidney and liver
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| Drain to the river
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| My clock’s counting down in the center of town
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| Stretch it out
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| Feel it out
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| Time is in and space is out
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| Black it out
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| All throughout
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| Hit the top to bottom out
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| Stretch it out
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| To figure out
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| There could never be a doubt
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| Reward in time
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| Always, always
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| I can’t say what I think in my mind
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| But I let you climb the curtains
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| Only to tear everything down
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| And now you stand before me
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| With your wide open eyes
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| So I take the light from my draw
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| Could you know what I saw?
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| But oil runs thick and quick
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| Stretch it out
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| Draw it out
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| Reward in time
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| There’s no doubt
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| Stretch it out
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| Feel it out
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| Stretch it out
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| Feel it out
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| Time is in and space is out
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| Black it out
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| All throughout
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| Hit the top to bottom out
|
| Stretch it out
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| To figure out
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| There could never be a doubt
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| Reward in time
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| Always, always |