Watching me
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A bird upon a roof with coal-black feathers
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Cocks his head
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To catch my eye
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Wandering and unfocused I cannot meet his stare
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He takes to wing
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Silhouette against the sun
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Surrounded by the glare
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Funny how the days go by invisibly
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And faster than I realize the things I think about
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Strange to find the calendar my enemy
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And scared that when I die so will the things
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I think about
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I believe in so many things
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I know that none of them are true
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And my feet
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Firm upon a pathway I am far too blind to see
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Leading me
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Funny how the days go by invisibly
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And faster than I realize the things I think about
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Scared to find the calendar my enemy
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And when I die so will the thousand things
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I think about
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On and on and on...
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I Think About
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| Toad The Wet Sprocket |
