| Stuck in a mason jar
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| Where I sealed up my heart
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| I take it out once a week
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| To donate to charity
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| And through my old grey eyes
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| I watch the colors change in the sky
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| As the world slowly turns
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| And they all collapse
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| Don’t hear them knocking at the door
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| You forgive the one thing
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| They just want more
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| Don’t hear a word they try to say
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| So do us a favor and go on your own way
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| And all my pictures fall apart
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| And all my dogs have lost their bark
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| While the leaves quickly change and leave me in their waste
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| And I know I do it to myself
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| Yes, I know I do it to myself
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| Old spirits hold tight
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| But jump in when the temperature’s right
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| Don’t hear them knocking at the door
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| You forgive the one thing
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| They just want more
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| Don’t hear a word they try to say
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| So do us a favor and go on your own way
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| (On your own way) |