| Promise this week I’ll do
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| All the things last week I meant to do
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| Promise this week I’ll do
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| All the things last week I meant to do
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| And in the stars out my window
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| I see plans and places
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| I could go
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| The energy lifts all around
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| I’m a spirit when I live this sound
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| It’s the only thing to take me outta here
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| The fog on my window now clears
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| I’ll try and quit the escape and never fear it
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| No longer try and take the wheel
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| Yet never steer it
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| When all I learned about myself set me free
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| But the weight of it ended m
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| Promise this week I’ll do
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| All the things last week I meant to do
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| Promis this week I’ll do
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| Promise this year I’ll do
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| All the things last year I meant to do
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| An infestation of loud insects
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| Taking up my space but never paying rent
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| Just like my past self living check to check
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| Stayin' on sofas and sleepin' on debts
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| When you’re careless you’re free to a degree
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| You live in romantic while others take your fees
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| You break out of the shell more stuck
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| And try and make up for all you took
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| I see a life out the window |
| So many plans and places
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| I could go
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| I see a life out the window
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| So many plans and places
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| I could go
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| Well, I could go
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| Promise this week I’ll do
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| All the things last week I meant to do
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| Promise this week I’ll do
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| All the things last week I meant to do
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| And in the stars out my window
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| I see plans and places
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| I could go
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| Now I’m in the comfort of bare bone living
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| Don’t need big riches, just enough to be giving
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| To all I owe for others and myself
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| Just to pay for daily gravity and health
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| The quiet strangers are the saviors of the earth
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| Those who don’t need validation or a needy soul search
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| Them who play their part for nothing in return
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| Those content within their role who never always yearn |