how lovely a find
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that's entered my mind
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along this mossy trail
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how coyly it hides
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the truth about how it is
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we can't ask how
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crowds jump to their death
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from the bridge as I drive by tonight
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and they've missed out on it all
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the whole gist there as they fall
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you're not expected to know why it's such a short time
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and there are stanzas never meant to rhyme
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Far better I find
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it is when we try to span
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the weird divide
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with no real rational
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we step out of bounds
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and think and escape their lies
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we've marched so long
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and we've much farther than we've gone to go
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we're making a new ship
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christen it for the trip
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with a toddler at the helm this time
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and there are things we never will define
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crowds jump to their deaths
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from the bridge as I drive by tonight
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and they missed out on it all
|
the whole gist there as they fall
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you're not expected to know why it's such a short time
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and there are things we never will define
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Sphagnum Esplanade
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| The Shins |
