| You pick me up, you put me down
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| Although you never made a sound
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| I’m living natural feeling free
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| So I drift away, thinking in blurred photographs
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| All the way to the mansion of my mind
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| You push buttons I pull weight
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| Every single day
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| You’re a fool to think I’d waste, and throw this all away
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| Spending all this time
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| Weighs heavy on my dime
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| Everyday, I ain’t got a second to waste
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| Well I know I’m no fun
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| When I’m moping like the pope
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| Humming Otis in the rain
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| These arms of mine will hold up hope
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| And I can’t tell if I’m owed, or do I owe
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| So I’ll put that on the list of all the things I’ll never know
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| You pick me up, you put me down
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| And still we’re wrapped up in the love
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| That’s always hung around
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| Tell me is this all a dream
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| Swimming the unconscious stream
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| That flows into the mansion of my mind
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| Let there be light
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| Let there be longing for a better way of life
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| It’s not neurotic it’s melodic when we’re struggling
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| Hanging from the fallen string
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| Unraveling the fabric of my time
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| Well I know I’m no fun
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| When I’m moping like the pope
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| Humming Otis in the rain
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| These arms of mine will hold up hope
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| And I can’t tell if I’m owed, or do I owe
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| So I’ll put that on the list of all the things I’ll never know |