| When spring comes around and the ice runs away
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| And the sun hits the top of our heads
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| Then the dormant desires, explode into life
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| And the body demands to be fed
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| Whispering sadness like a mild form of madness
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| Or a line from a meaningful song
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| Turn your eyes to the Lord but the churches are empty
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| They’re is now no escape from your longing
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| Things are gonna start getting good
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| You hear them call
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| You captured the unspoken feelings of my heart
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| Which gave me a start
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| I know, I’m nowhere near perfection
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| I’m pointing in the wrong direction
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| All I ever seem to do is sit here
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| Playing around with this stupid guitar, guitar
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| When spring comes around and the ice runs away
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| And the sun hits the top of our heads
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| Then the dormant desires, explode into life
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| And the body demands to be fed
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| I’ve got a million ants under my skin
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| They’re all digging a hole where the rain can’t get in
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| My world comes out when the sun disappears
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| But my blood is turning sour with insect fear
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| Whispering sadness like a mild form of madness
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| Or a line from a meaningful song
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| Turn your eyes to the Lord but the churches are empty
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| They’re is now no escape from your longing
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| I’ve got a million beetles under my skin
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| They’re all digging a hole where the rain can’t get at 'em
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| My blood will come out when the earth disappears
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| And my girl will turn to flour with insect fear
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| So you are at an age where you should be feelin' good
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| But when you hide in your bed and look in your head
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| You find you’ve gone deeper than you should
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| It could be your shallowness is your strength |