| I need a mantra
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| I’m trying too hard
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| I break the eggshell
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| And some Russian dolls fall out
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| Look into wanting
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| Look deeper, still
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| And you’ll see the back of your head
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| Looking down the filthy wishing well
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| And I learned about my brain
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| And, oh, it made me smarter
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| I would break apart the eggshell
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| I would fall into the water
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| And I need a mantra
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| I need something I can imitate
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| Until I’m breathing like a fish
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| Until the purple air is white
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| And these hands have spokes inside them
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| This body’s branching
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| See that I’m trying too hard
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| Always landing, always landing
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| So make me invisible
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| To you and to others
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| I’ve forgotten how to read
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| I’m getting better
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| And now I’m looking deeper
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| I tossed a coin into the ocean
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| As this well is drying up inside
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| How these hands have spoken
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| And I smash apart the Russian dolls
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| And I’m all cut with slivers
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| And my blood is breaching like a whale
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| As the well dries up the rivers
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| Your body is branching
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| As I twist to eat the serpent’s tail
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| I’m trying too hard
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| This joke just writes itself |