I am out here studying stones
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Trying to learn to be less alive
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Using all of my will
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To keep very still
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Still even on the inside
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I've cut all of the pertinent wires
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So my eyes can't make that connection
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I am holding my breath
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I am feigning my death
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When I'm looking in your direction
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'Course numb is an old hat
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Old as my oldest memories
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See that one's my mother
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And that one's my father
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And that one in the hat, that's me
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It's a skill I'd hoped to abandon
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When I got out on the open road
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But any more pent up emotion
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And I think I'm gonna explode
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There's never been an endeavor so strange
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As trying to slow the blood in my veins
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To keep my face blank
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As a stone that just sank
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Until not a ripple remains
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I am high above the tree line
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Sitting cross legged on the ground
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When all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
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That's when I'm gonna come down
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'Course numb is an old hat
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Old as my oldest memories
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See that one's my mother
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And that one's my father
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And that one in the hat, that's me
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It's a skill I'd hoped to abandon
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When I got out on the open road
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But any more pent up emotion
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And I think I'm gonna explode
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Studying Stones
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Ani DiFranco |