The clouds drew dark as I rolled in
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I sat down next to a man with five empty cups in front of him
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He said "aren't you a little too young to be alone in these parts"
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If being alone is completely lost then I guess I am
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The storms carried me home, over parades
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The people caught colds, from the pouring rain
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When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order
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This painting's ready for it
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At the age of six is when I started talking
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At the age of ten is when I started walking
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They told me I would never get to fully express myself
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And any place that I wanted to go I could only go in my mind, so...
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The storms carried me home, over parades
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The people caught colds, from the pouring rain
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When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order
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This painting's ready for it
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And I'll take the hands that gently sweeps across the planes of your physique
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Retire them into stables with horses that no one has rode
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The planes always pass my body and cast the darkest shadow
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If I told you where I was heading, you still wouldn't follow
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The storms carried me home, over parades
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The people caught colds, from the pouring rain
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When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order
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This paintings never framed us together
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I'm missing from your pictures these days
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Storms Over Parades
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| Socratic |
