| I have been a poet all my life
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| With really not too much to say
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| So you can push me anywhere you like
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| But you can’t push me away
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| My life is written down on papers in my room
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| And yours is bottled up somewhere
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| So I’ll send you letters from half across the moon
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| And it will cross your mind but you won’t dare
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| Pieces of me can’t help you
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| Pieces of me can’t let you fall down
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| Where you want to be
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| I can hold you like water in my hands
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| Yet you say that you can’t leave
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| But I am dripping wet with things to understand
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| And you are trying to believe
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| Pieces of me can’t help you
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| Pieces of me can’t let you fall down
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| Where you want to be
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| Tired arms can’t pull the sun back in the sky
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| Angry hearts can’t remember why they even try
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| I have been a poet all my life
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| With really not too much to say
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| You can push me anywhere you like
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| But I won’t let you push me
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| Down, where you want to be
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| Oh down, where you want to be |