You live in your prison, the one that you choose
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You'd do anything to have nothing to lose
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And you got scared of escaping just a little too soon
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You give up your shovel and dig with a spoon
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You gave it away, gave it away
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Oh no now you're out in the cold
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With your rockabye body, your butterfly soul
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Oh no don't you grow old
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You're just finding your way
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With the current behind you and a clear summer sky
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You call yourself stranded, a boat by your side
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And your fistful of wishes and your handful of hopes
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You stash them away in the pit of your throat
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You save them away, save them away
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Oh no now it's taking its toll
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On your rockabye body your butterfly soul
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Oh no don't you grow old
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You're just finding your way, finding it
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And I got a dream for you sometime, that you'll admit to the tide
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You'll push out in the ocean and go for a ride
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You're sailing away, sailing away
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Oh no, don't you let go
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Of your rockabye body, your lullabye soul
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Oh no, don't you grow old
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You just find your way, find your way, find your way
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Back to me
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Back to me
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Gave It Away
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Kris Delmhorst |