| I can’t keep up with these heavy hands
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| Having covered all of the light
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| Covering all of the light coming from my window
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| And I need the light that shines through
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| That rises from the sun
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| I make sure before I fall asleep to think about all the things
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| That make me feel good, and what makes me feel right
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| Like a melody of
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| That has seen a thing or two
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| And it keeps me wondering what is and what to do
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| What saves you might not be
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| What saves my soul
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| That doesn’t matter
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| Don’t suck me up and swallow me whole
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| Till soon you spin me right out of your brain
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| I don’t mind if I have to wait around in the emptiness of this world
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| A world suffering in hunger
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| And it’s where I have been searching for gold
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| I’ve never gotten anything and
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| I know that we are one
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| Things seem so unreal but I have been here all along
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| What saves you might not be
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| What saves my soul
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| That doesn’t matter
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| Don’t suck me up and swallow me whole
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| Till soon you spin me right out of your brain
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| My mother knows loving my mother knows pain
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| There are reasons without reasons for her loss
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| Maybe all of us have been living so afraid
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| Just
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| I know what you’re thinking
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| And the thinking keeps you breathing
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| There’s always a beginning if you’re ready to believe in |