In the dull light of the 60 watt
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I can barely read your note
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With your tiny letters flung like chains
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Across a paper moat
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My little lungs are battling
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And they clutch at every breath
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For the last thing that you scribbled there
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Is go and be yourself
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The fingers made of hanger wire
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All curled and tangled up
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Trace circles made by coffee cups
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Left on the table top
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And your shoes are still parked at the door
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And your hair still in the bath
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The glasses in our cupboards purr
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To the hum of distant cars
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You are everywhere I look
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You are everywhere
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You are everywhere I look
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You are everywhere
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You are everywhere I look
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You are everywhere
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You are everywhere I look
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You are everywhere
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Everywhere
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| Paul Van Dyk |
