We are like pendulums
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Our arms swinging at our sides
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And I am a good little clock
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Walking along power lines
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I'm thinking like a swinging door
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Hinging on these changing thoughts
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Between the pull up to the shore
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And the push off
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In the lines of footprints in the snow
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All along the edges of the road
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I haven't even walked my block
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Since I moved out here years ago
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The secret lives of twist ties
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The hidden story in one line
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In the lines of footprints in the snow
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All along the edges of the road
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I haven't even walked my block
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Since I moved out here years ago
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We are like pendulums
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Our arms swinging at our sides
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And I am a good little clock
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I'm ticking off the time
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The distant lights are twinkling
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It means there is a wind
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That blows the trees against themselves
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And hard into this house I'm sleeping in
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I'm sleeping in
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Pendulums
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Sarah Harmer |