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I don't know how/I don't know why/ but I guess I just lost my mind/for awhile/
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My writing sucks like a rusty hinge
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So many choices like a kaleidoscope
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All the perfect days could never quite connect
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You want to climb high, to taste the rarefied air at the top.
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Hey, hey...I've just gotta get happy
somehow, someway
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Your'e broken, I can't fix you, I can only fix me, so baby,
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The trees are talking today with a whisper rustle the young ones speak bough to bough
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the art of living, life painted with lines of red and blue
streaks of yellow, running through
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A million little tasks The pursuit of money
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I keep trying to sit down and yet I cancel myself or
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Pain, like a stabbing needle - now fading.
Cold, cold for so long that the world has shifted on its axis
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The acrid scent of leaves
burning like Canadian reds
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Another one vaguely to a tune by Counting Crows
I don't like who I am when you're around
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Lyrics - Male Voice - mostly to a tune by Counting Crows
There's packages that don't come
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Hey Peggy Sue / I used to know you... / Whatever happened to your pretty face? / I used to see you walkin' / down the road with your cutoff
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(Lyrics)
On the way to work today
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Like a Christmas bow
once so beautiful
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Lyrics-vaguely to something by Alice in Chains
Wicked winds &
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Gone, gone along,
something more,
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There's something strange about the city,
it's deceptive and divine,
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Striking Thunder!
The rage of red diamonds
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It takes an ear that doesn't hear
to listen to the whispers of change-
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snowflakes driven from the sky
sailing bits of fluffy down
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Faith,
a single white feather
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Sacrilegious thought-
Hail Mary!
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Pie, my sweet friend,
you're a chocolate sensation,
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Anger, sharp and pointed
twisting, turning, drilling into my breast
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Earthy musk,
moss-still air,
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(Lyrics, slow)
Spent my whole life in school
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How do writers write?
With glee,
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Neifling curses, nine times nine / Ignorance feeding ignorance / Great men facing giants / Holding ten poles all of a height / Tighty testi
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Peace; be of good fortune. / Hush now and listen to / the sound of fate / as it sprinkles gently down / upon each head. / It does not cut like shards of destiny, / but falls softly in simple rings, /
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Friendships star, I'll never know / though I must admit I've always felt the lack / for at the end of each day / I'm doomed to stop and rem
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Even if in life you can never finish anything, / in death, everything will be finished, / only to reveal the true secret that / in every end lies a new beginning / and through time the circle / will continue to
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