Mom and dad can't remember if I told you
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how glad I am I finally got to know you.
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Years from when we met, after I left home.
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Let me sing you sweet and distant fictions.
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On lonely nights you will lay and listen.
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If you don't like it, wait until I fix it.
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Then morning comes and cops invade my conscience.
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I run around the house. A heated atom.
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Can't foresee the outcome but you can lean to one side.
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If ever I should seem to take for granted
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this lovely life that I have been handed,
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darling don't just stand there, come knock me around.
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Because I know, I can write my way out of this black hole.
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Back to all the things that I miss.
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Sometimes, I wonder if I even exist.
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Add another line to my wish list.
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The overview is not the same as going through the present joy
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and all it took to come to this,
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to know the ending would be pretending.
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They took my words and wrote them off as passing.
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It pissed me off enough to keep me writing.
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Go make your living boy.
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I'll go on fighting.
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'Cause I know, I can write my way out of this black hole.
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Back to all the things that I miss.
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You stay digging at your own little ditch.
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That's just another thing on my wish list.
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If I should slide over and under,
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you know I just might
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stay 'till I get it right.
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Some people say I'm corny or I'm morbid.
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I always thought I was touching, I was tragic.
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One man's magic is another's plastic.
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Well, which one is it?
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Am I sweetness? Am I sickness?
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If I say both, you will say I lack commitment.
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Of course you're right. Of course I'm right.
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But I know I can write my way out of this black hole.
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Back to all the things that I miss.
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Sometimes I don't even know you exist.
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That's just another thing on my wish list.
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Wish List
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| Jets To Brazil |
