Where, oh, where is that little child that used to play?
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Another turning of the page, another churning of the day
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Are you tired of the same? To much flower dulls the brain
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(your rhyming's stale again)
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I was hoping to be wise. Vision is two realeyes
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I've read a lot of How-To books on how to take action
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(If you would kindly lift the blanket from my eyes)
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Appalachian woman is a century plus old
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Is there something to be said here? Hope you
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Realize
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Few and Far between are these rocks to hop
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So set up shop and get to work
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No such thing as a living room
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When you sit around.
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Streaked a frozen lake just to test testosterone
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Message to me (did a world of good)
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Lost eleven pounds to the tracks in Ireland
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Never bet on the likes of a horse named
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Robin Hood
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I would give anything to visit History.
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Anything to replant History
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Oh, to dig for parts of me
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Stem to branch-trunk-seed
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Caught the theme of just what life's to be
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The specters speculate
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With their pounding on my head
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They're rattling my bed
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The slumber sucks you in
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I didn't hear from you
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And you and you on my birthday
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Message to me? (I'm quite the same way)
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Building new boats instead of Raising Titanics
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What am I trying to say?
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We swim or die. We sink or burn
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We try and fail (but try)
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This message sent to me is that
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This picture ain't complete
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Run along, live. Don't sit around
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Message to Me
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| Carbon Leaf |
