| Don’t fight the day
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| Don’t blame the way
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| Don’t kill your laughing
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| Fall onto me like suns will shine
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| Bend like a willow
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| Breathe your breath until I billow
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| In the face of what we’ve lost and what we’ve found
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| Don’t come up short
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| Don’t leave the fort without my singing
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| Song in your lungs
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| What’s left of mine?
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| Drag me through my coals
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| Put your fingers through my holes
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| Leave me filled so when you’re full I’m feeling fine
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| What wonder do you want to see?
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| What part of you is ailing?
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| One for you and one for me
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| When our faith is failing
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| What wonder do you hope to find?
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| What part of you is wailing?
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| Ears are deaf and eyes are blind
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| With fingers brailing
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| Wooooahhhhhhh…
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| Some tree to climb
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| Some trick of mine
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| Your beak is snapping
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| Hold to your chest my tangled vine
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| Bend down to peck and peak
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| When the light begins to leak
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| Leafy shadows on your face are made of mine
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| This treasure chest
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| Is better, best, is booty raking
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| Piled on our table wide and high
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| Sniff at the air
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| Run your paws through my hair
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| Writhing wrong and unaware beneath my sight
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| What wonder do you want to see?
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| What part of you is ailing?
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| One for you and one for me
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| When our faith is failing
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| What wonder do you hope to find?
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| What part of you is wailing?
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| Ears are deaf and eyes are blind
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| With fingers brailing
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| Sway with your curves
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| Leaning back beneath the blurs
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| Of shady limbs and shedding furs we’re sure to find
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| Time as it tells
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| With the casting of its spells
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| Don’t wear off, wear me well, see me shine
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| Walk with these words
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| Feel the endings of your nerves
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| Another branch to break, a crooked limb to climb
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| Ohhhhh, ohhhh… |