oceans lay between us and the things we think we need,
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but i've known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are.
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always more together than the ones you think are better off,
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but darling, o one's made it half as far.
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and it's so hard.
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and i know how hard.
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and i know how hard to pursue,
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when you're just not breaking through,
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but don't you let them tell you that you're wrong.
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you're either thinning like helm
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but you're still overwhelmed by all the painting left to do.
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everything's calm in the half-light of dawn
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but the morning will bring no peace,
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'coz you'll never be done with the work you've begun,
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even in moments of relief.
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grapling with time
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and the mercury line as the afternoon sun gets hot
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and you'll always be far from the things that you are
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'coz there's so much that you're not.
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so move it around, check your depth with a sounding,
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your map reference against the stars.
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and your work and your home,
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like your clothes, are your own, like your skin and like your scars.
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i told you they've had power all along,
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so dont you let you tell you that you're wrong.
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The Crane Takes Flight
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
