| Some philosophies fuel the belief in the self
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| Constructed to keep one’s goods on one’s own shelf
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| Built well, you’re a strong letter «I»
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| With your feet on the ground and your head to the sky
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| Now and then you can bend
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| It’s okay to lean over, lean over my way
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| You fear that you can’t do it all
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| And you’re right
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| Even day takes relief every day
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| From its work making light from the night
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| And when you’re holding me
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| We make a pair of parentheses
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| There’s plenty space to encase
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| Whatever weird way my mind goes
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| I know I’ll be safe in these arms
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| If something in the deli aisle makes you cry
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| Of course I’ll put my arm around you
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| And I’ll walk you outside
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| Through the sliding doors
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| Why would I mind?
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| You’re not a baby if you feel the world
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| All of the babies they can feel the world
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| That’s why they cry
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| All of the babies they can feel the world
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| That’s why they cry |