I fell down in that hole again
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I am a lump of jelly
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I am a dead fish
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I look up at the blue sky
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Aand I know that it's just
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A temporary dive
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Sometimes we tip toe
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Sometimes we run
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Sometimes we wander while
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Looking at the sun
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Sometimes we tip toe
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Sometimes we run
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Sometimes we wander while
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Looking at the sun
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Sitting on the cold dirt floor
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I want to finish the counting of days on the walls
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I build a ladder from broken wish bones
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And square-shaped stones
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That my friends threw down in the hole
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Sometimes we tip toe
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Sometimes we run
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Sometimes we wander while
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Looking at the sun
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Sometimes we tip toe
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Sometimes we run
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Sometimes we wander while
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Looking at the sun
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And even though I read maps to avoid them
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They change location every day
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And somehow all of my traces they vanish
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But shall one stay put
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Shall one lay low
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Shall one not go
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Just to avoid this hole
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Sometimes we tip toe
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Sometimes we run
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Sometimes we wander while
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Looking at the sun
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Sometimes we tip toe
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Sometimes we run
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Sometimes we wander while
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Looking at the sun
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Temporary Dive
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Ane Brun |