All the things you like
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Guided by their charms
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Behind them safety store
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Wrap your greedy arms around them all
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Sail, don't try to steer, just sail
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You can be hell of a force
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With the button to a broken man
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Because you know I'm impatient
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I've been hounded down before
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The diving bell keeps surfacing
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It doesn't ring anymore
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Did the little boy only get his orders from himself?
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Did the whole world revolve his middle class act?
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The girl next door hears voices in her head every night
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The mother's tears that he's bringing home trash from the pile
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You know I'm impatient
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I've been hounded down before
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The diving bell keeps surfacing
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It doesn't ring anymore
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And you know I'm impatient
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I've been hounded down before
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The diving bell keeps surfacing
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It doesn't ring anymore
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Wife still believes life settles like a stream of dust
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Through the beams you lose you underneath
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Did the little boy on his pedestal
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And the girl next once the voice is gone
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And did the whole world and the mothers tears
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Sink the sunshine on the back field?
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The grasping is hand is never full
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And the perfect life is just damaged goods
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And you should have talked and you should talk too
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Because in twenty years you'll be a mute
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Buoy
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| The Joy Formidable |
