Lost all my friends pulling down my
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Pants just to say hi and I'm still
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Alive without a tan, trippin', naked man,
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Through the forest who like me
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Has fallen right into a kind of grace
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Drinking from a river of fine wine just
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To ease my mind, then fell on through
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The hole I've made looking for a center
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In my life and just why I am
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I woke in the grass fascinated with
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Moving water and the smell of my breath
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Rampaging ants carry me to death or a last
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Chance and a swing for the fence, instead I
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Hit the bottom hard and wide looking for
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Escape from the daylight and the passing time
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Digging just to find a way someone like me
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Gets in the right line for the right ride
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At just the right time, hoping it doesn't take
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Too long to find a way...
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And I hope there's a sign
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I hope that it leads me well
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On the way
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I hope there's a sign
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And I hope I can read it right
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I'm running on, over and lower
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It's slow going half the time
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I hope there's a sign
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And I hope I can read it right
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It seems I've had a lifelong headcold full
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Of negatives, mindwarps and eclipsing suns
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Like hot air through my underwear while
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Sitting in my chocolate chair at home...
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It thrills me, turn the lights out and leave
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Me alone
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Pisser
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| I Mother Earth |
