I'm the bird and the worm
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I lie still and squirm
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I'm soft and I'm firm
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And I'm all of those things with my baby
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I¡¯m a poet, I¡¯m mute, I¡¯m ugly
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I¡¯m cute, I¡¯m rich
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Destitute and I¡¯m all of those things
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With my baby
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This love, this love, this love
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It sets us free
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And she¡¯s all of those, all of those, all of those
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Things with me
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I¡¯m a work, I¡¯m a toy
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Girl, I¡¯m a boy, I¡¯m the sad
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Side of joy
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And I¡¯m of those things as my baby
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I¡¯m strong and I¡¯m weak, I¡¯m a dog
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I¡¯m a freak, I¡¯m a valley
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A peak, and I¡¯m all of those things
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With my baby
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Oh and its love, and its love, and its love
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Sets us free
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And she's all of those, all of those, all of those
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Things with me
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I¡¯m cloudy, I¡¯m clear
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I¡¯m gone, I¡¯m right here
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I¡¯m the arrow, the deer and I¡¯m all of those things
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With my baby
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I¡¯m a puddle, a stream
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I ain¡¯t what I seem
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I¡¯m daylight and dream
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And I'm all of those things with my baby
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And every cry and every smile
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Even when it¡¯s hard still I¡¯ll say
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It is all so worthwhile with
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You, my love
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All Of Those Things
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| Greg Brown |
