| I stick my fingers into the soil
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| And I make moves like I pick roots
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| And all I want’s to do the things I like
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| So I get prudent… instead of brooding
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| But here he comes, the product of the transfer
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| Solvent to the things he finds distracting
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| And all the way you’ll fall
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| Harder
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| Faster
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| And now I think I’m ready to go
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| Are you listening intently?
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| What am I saying on the outside?
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| Is it friendly?
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| In your mind is it interpreted as honest?
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| When the words flow is it total?
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| Are you honest?
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| Is it total?
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| Silence is imploring such intentional motions
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| When all I see is upwards
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| It gets written out so I remember
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| And all my words remind me of that house
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| It makes me shaky
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| I miss it dearly
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| But when I stick my hands into that ground
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| It’s amazing
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| I’m amazing
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| But here I come, the product of the transfer
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| Solvent to the things I find distracting
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| And all the way I’ll fall
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| Harder
|
| Faster
|
| And now I think I’m ready to go
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| Are you listening intently?
|
| What am I saying on the outside?
|
| Is it friendly?
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| In your mind is it interpreted as honest?
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| When the words flow is it total?
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| Are you honest?
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| Is it total?
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| OH ARE YOU READY
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| FOR THE WORLD
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| I’VE BEEN LATENT
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| MAYBE
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| HEY |