I'll spend this day in reverie, I wont focus on anything,
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I dont have to, I dont feel the need.
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Look at the others with contempt or is it envy?
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I'll stand in your room and all I can make out are the corners.
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Its enough to let me know where I stand
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its the barest minimum to function
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but I'll be good, I promise to do better.
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Some things are forgotten, other things matter.
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Something else is always proving far too strong.
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I guess Ive been a window gazer all along . . . .
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See the sparrows fly in low . . .
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There was a place you said you would take us,
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Can we go please? . . .
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Spent the day in societys refinery, unable to focus on anything.
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Theres too much here, too many people,
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only way out lies through a major arterial.
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You remember when we talked about our beloved escape,
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a place without all the shuffle and scrape and lack of philanthropy.
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To where theres more trees than cars
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and leaves have been dried out by the sun . . .
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I'll spend this day in a reverie, I wont focus on anything,
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I dont have to, I dont feel the need.
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This is the closest that I'll come to relief.
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But I'll be good I promise to do better.
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Some things are forgotten, other things matter.
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Something else is always proving far too strong . . .
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I guess I'll remain a window gazer from now on.
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Shuffle And Scrape
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