| Who’s got that sinking feeling again?
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| Whose has been out treading water or shadow stepping?
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| Who’s almost invisible?
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| Raise your hands if you’re stuck in stasis
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| Hold them high for holding patterns
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| Somebody scream for stabilization
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| Three cheers for desperate times
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| The sound of skateboard wheels is haunting Arlington Ave
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| With the fog that fell in love with the East Bay Hills
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| There is an old branch scraping on my old window pane
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| It is a distant lullaby, it is a whisper in the wind
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| We are all caged birds
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| With burnt nests how can we survive?
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| It is a matter of giving in or giving up
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| They don’t want you to f**k with gravity
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| Your beauty may go unnoticed
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| Your good deeds may be unseen
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| But there is a flight well worth the flight
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| So come on and flap your wings
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| On a slow walk down Logan Boulevard
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| I find miracles in the details of leaves and lit windows
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| The city is singing, the highway sounds like an ocean
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| It is a distant lullaby, it is a whisper in the wind
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| Emergency exits… isolate the isolated
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| Do the mood swing, do the on and off |
| Dear friends, who will answer our pleas?
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| Sleeping beauty, who will hear our prayers? |