Sadness is a little boy looking
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Out the window high above the city,
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Counting statues of people on the buildings,
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Thinking that the people are forever,
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He wants his father to be a statue,
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On the rooftop of his fatherless home,
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So that he can always see him,
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So that he will never leave him,
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Late at night in the darkness of his dreaming,
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His father's words fall down in a rainstorm,
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And the words become hands that will guide him,
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Through his life in the world just beginning.
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<Chorus>
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You cannot live in bronze or stone,
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Make your life in flesh and bone.
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Stranded is a man no longer searching
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For the life he had hoped for and imagined
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Courting fear instead of a woman,
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Holding sorrow as his only companion
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Counting days like his money in the markets,
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And watching life from the window in his office,
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Maybe one day I'll have the courage,
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Maybe one day I'll sail across the ocean.
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But I feel safe in the light of my computer,
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This is how I choose to live,
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Fixed in stone a man will wither,
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Running waters are the life of the river.
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You cannot live in bronze or stone,
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Make your life in flesh and bone
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Remember me...
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Frightened is an old man limping
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Through the park on a dark December day,
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He stands frozen at the base of a statue,
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And he hopes for a warm hand to help him,
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Tonight he will dream that he is flying,
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Over banks of a river he remembers
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His father's voice will echo all around him,
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His father's hands will hold him in the sky,
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Now I can sail across the ocean,
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Now I will sail across the ocean,
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Now I am sailing across the ocean.
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I cannot live in bronze or stone,
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I must live as flesh and bone.
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Remember me, remember me, remember me...
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Still Life
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Lucy Kaplansky |