I remember my mother's
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Sister's husband's brother
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Working in the goldmine full-time
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Filling in for sunshine
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Filing into tight lines
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Of ordinary beehives
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The door screams I hate you
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Hate you hanging around my blue jeans
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Why is there no breeze
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No currency of leaves
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No current through the water wire
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No feelings I can see
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I trust no emotion
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I believe in locomotion
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But I've turned to rust as we've discussed
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Though I must have let you down
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too many times
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In the dirt and the dust
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I have no idea how this happens
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All of my maps have been overthrown
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Happenstance has changed my plans
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So many times my heart has been outgrown
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Now everybody's feeling all alone
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Can't tell you who I am
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When everybody's feeling all alone
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Can't tell you who I am
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I am looking forward
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Toward the shadows tracing bones
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Our faces stitched and sewing
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Our houses hemmed into homes
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Trying to be thankful
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Our stories fit into phones
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And our voices lift so easily
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A gift given accidentally
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When we're not sure
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We're not alone
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You Are My Face
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| Wilco |
