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I’ve been meaning to speak with you Leaning, a heavy point of view Do you follow? I don’t know where to go Feeling the wave take control Has your river run dry? Did you ask yourself why? Excuses abide No one left on your side And which one’s mine? I’m feeling a deeper shade of blue Believing the things that can’t be true It’s not far It’s only down the road And where’s time? Gone before you know Has your river run dry? In a space less confined A translucent disguise No one left on your side And which one’s mine?

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Daylight on the clock Sun high in the sky Soon be getting dark Shut a heavy eye Water flowing down Springs up from the ground Take another turn One more time around Stream running off Reach into the earth Closer to the source Trying to figure out I’ll paint a bigger picture Then wonder what comes after You ask a burning question Still waiting for the answer Daylight on the clock Grey clouds in the sky Soon be getting dark Shut a heavy eye Water flowing down Skin onto the ground Closer to the source Trying to figure out Daylight slow down Pass the time well Daylight on the clock?Sun high in the sky Close to getting stuck Soon be going blind

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now keep flapping your arms until you're off the ground eyes wide drink in the sights and sounds you'd leave now but the skin of your teeth's got you hanging round I got too tired to pull on my thin disguise walk fast on the tightrope before it snaps in half i tried hard not to be pulled but it's calling me back hang low light in the breeze for an easy way out lie straight the birds overhead move the sky up and down call off the branch of a tree shake its leaves around hang low, light in the breeze that's an easy way out I got too tired to pull off my thin disguise wipe your eyes

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Up to my shoulders with eyes losing sight of the surface Scratching my head ?Trace my steps backward Through the tall grass That has grown where the street starts to crack All of the questions I know half the answer to Couldn’t be bothered to further investigate A candle that’s burning too slow Round in circles you go Prying eyes to the window Pressed to find clarity Floating right over your head Trace my steps backward Caught my reflection Right there, so insincere You never noticed yourself staring back at you Ask all these questions you half know the answer to Candle’s burning so slow Plant all these golden age flowers in a daze that you Dug up so deep in some dream started to come true Throwing dirt over your shoulder and getting so close

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The day I lost my one eye I felt the other open wide Said sorry to me The king at his knees You’ll be half blind You’ll be half blind You’ll be Wish you well That thought in a shell Keep passing it by With my one eye I woke up fast in someone’s bed To my one eye The world was red I took advice From my one eye I slipped ahead I fell behind I fell Wish you well That thought in a shell Keep passing it by With my one eye If I don’t find My one eye I’ll treat the other Oh so fine Your sight’s complete You don’t skip a beat Close your eyes The sun don’t shine

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Hey mister straw man Strike a match on the back of your own hand And sound the alarm When flames lick your arms Mister straw man Who can breathe all the smoke you’ve been blowing? Crying wolf Might blow down your door Things you said you would do Of course you don’t Hey mister straw man Is there even one leg on which you stand? Scared off the crows They’ll be back in droves Mister straw man Took one page out your big book of matches And struck it hard Till I saw some sparks Straw man Call up the fire chief From the top of that building that you burnt to the ground Call up the fire chief Who won’t come around

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There’s one fresh mistake Then waste no more time The clock ticks until you’re tired A short circuit design Chop off your foot To toe the line And get a log on the fire! To keep warm through the night With a new type of wood It burns far too bright Extinguished While you calculate the price That’s hard to ignore Young and less than pretty sure With too many things to do Your attention span’s a whore When you’ve beaten it to death It’s getting sick of you There’s more than one way To skin a fat cat That feasts through the day Throws a scrap to the rats Sharpening dull tools One penny on his dime Shakes the paw of the law Redefined That’s hard to ignore When they’re rich enough to starve the poor Buy things to fill the room And friends to guard the door Just swimming in the shit! Never satisfied Lining up for more