I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top
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I live upon morsels you happen to drop
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And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup
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If nothing comes down then I'm forced to swim up
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On the way upwards, the colors come back
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But all along the bottom is blue, grey, and black
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The darkness is cold and perception goes wrong
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And the night seems to go on incredibly long
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So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,
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Don't you see anything you'd like to try?
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Pantomime mixtures of heaven and earth
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Jumbled events that have less than no worth
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Time in the forest to dig under rocks
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Or float in the ocean asleep in a box
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Or sink just below all the churning and froth
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And swim to the light source or fly like a moth
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So toss away stuff you don't need in the end
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But keep what's important and know who's your friend
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So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,
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Don't you see anything that you'd like to try?
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If I'm swimming by
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From the bottom, from the top [x8]
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Theme From The Bottom
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| Phish |
