As I walked across the bridge
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With a backpack cross my shoulder blades
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The Everglades below the wooden cracks
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You had offered up a ride
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So I might not get accosted by
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The watery slide
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But I said no I¡¯d rather not
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Said no, I¡¯d rather not
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Said no, I¡¯d rather not step in
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As I left my home I cried
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And a substituted figure tried
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To reconcile the things I'd left behind
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You had opened up the doors
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And made a place where I could sit inside
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And fortify
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But I said no I¡¯d rather not
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Said no, I¡¯d rather not
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Said no, I¡¯d rather not step in
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I'm on my own,
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I'm on my own,
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I'm on my own,
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I'm on my own
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Now no ones been invested in
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How no one knows what's best for him
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I'm on my own,
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I'm on my own,
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I'm on my own,
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I'm on my own
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When no ones left to light the load
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Then so one goes to lift alone
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I'd like to embrace it,
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Like to embrace it,
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Like to embrace it all
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I'd like to embrace it,
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Like to embrace it,
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Like to embrace it all
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Have I made this or is it
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That I've been made?
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Rosie Oh
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| Animal Collective |
