As I'm filling up my suitcase
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Like a hungry mouth to feed
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And I'm wondering when I'll
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see you
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It seems my suitcase runs
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on greed
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I won't empty it for ages
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But I'll write a hundred pages
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Just to let you know some of
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the thoughts of mine
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Here they are
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Shake them from me
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Here they are
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Take them from me
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Here they are
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On the tip of my tongue
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Here they are
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Some of the thoughts of mine
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In a battle with no winners
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My target won't keep still
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And I won't be your prize
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today
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I'm too upset to kill
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But I'll show you what you're
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wasting
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They're all wrong the things
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you're chasing
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Don't drag me from
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a sleepy bed
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If listening hurts
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I'll only open up myself
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To those who want my words
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Some people are too different
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Opinions insignificant
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On the Tip of My Tongue
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
