| I’ve been fetching water
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| I’ve been building fire
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| God knows I’ve been struggling
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| I’m trying to count my blessing
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| Come fill my cup, come fill my cup
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| Come fill my cup
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| 'Cause I don’t wish to be ungracious
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| But my mind is stuck, my mind is stuck
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| My mind is stuck, my mind is stuck
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| My mind is stuck, my mind is stuck
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| My mind is stuck, my mind is stuck
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| My mind is stuck, my mind is stuck
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| My mind is stuck, my mind is stuck
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| My mind is stuck, my mind is stuck
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| I don’t know what my truth is no more
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| I don’t know what the use is no more
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| All I know is that we are floors
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| And the floors are calling me
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| Back again, calling me
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| Back, the floors are calling me
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| Back again, calling me
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| Back again
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| I’ve been, I’ve been treading water
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| I’ve been putting out fires
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| I’m repressing desires
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| (Be grateful)
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| I don’t know where my truth is no more
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| I don’t know what the use is no more
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| All I know is that we are floors
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| (Be grateful)
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| And the floors are calling me
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| Back again, calling me
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| Back, the floors are calling me
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| Back again, calling me
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| Back, the floors are calling me
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| Back again, calling me
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| Back, the floors are calling me
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| Back again, calling me
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| Back again |