A chair in the corner
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One leg broken
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And a whisper in the hall
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There's frustration
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Another walk around the room
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A loss of direction
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Before the start
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Some say a lot
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With few words spoken
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Some with peace
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Say nothing at all
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It's just a matter
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Of motivation to live
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Just a question
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Of where to get love
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Thrills and sand
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Fall through my open hand
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Where's my time gone
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Words look for the song
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Lost my America
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But made my own way
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I believe
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To this garden
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But on my face
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The idea is showing
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Shelter me for no reason
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At all
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Sunlight slanting
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Paranoid
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Feeling cold
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A little fucked up... alone
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Seems I'm spending
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These supposed best of years
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Quite unlike
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It says right here
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Cold
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A little fucked up... alone
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Take the face
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In hands spread open
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And one to one
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Let the power run
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Feed the mouth
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That's hungry... open
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Feed the mind
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That wonders why
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Lost My America
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| I Mother Earth |
