| I turn one way and the wind blows me over,
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| I turn another way and it’s holding me up,
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| Luck has nothing to do with it,
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| Things change when you learn to loosen your grip.
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| I think one way and the future is desparate,
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| I think another way everything is in sight,
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| Trees bend so branches don’t have to break,
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| We mend the wounds of our last mistake.
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| Birds swim, fish do fly,
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| Proud man begins to cry.
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| Birds swim, fish do fly,
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| Things change, so why can’t I?
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| I live one way holding onto the fencepost,
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| I live another way sliding off into space,
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| Each life is loosely assembled,
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| Inside the molecules tremble.
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| Birds swim, fish do fly,
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| Proud man begins to cry.
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| Birds swim, fish do fly,
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| Things change, so why can’t I?
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| Little by little we die.
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| Washed up on the beach of betrayal,
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| How did the Mesonyx become a whale?
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| Birds swim, fish do fly,
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| Proud man begins to cry.
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| Birds swim, fish do fly,
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| Things change, so why can’t I?
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| Things change,
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| Fish fly.
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| Little by little we try,
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| Little by little we die.
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| Why can’t I?
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| Why can’t I? |