| You’re one with the burdon of intuition.
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| You’re one with the freedom of a blank stare.
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| You’re one with the best friend you lost,
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| You wish was still there.
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| You’re one with the dust on that old piano.
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| You’re one with the strings on your new guitar.
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| You’re one with the wind through the open window,
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| You are.
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| It was a faint line that brought you here,
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| And a pulse that kept you in time.
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| It was the comfort of a tradition,
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| Like the few that were not that kind.
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| It’s a shame now, baby, you can’t see yourself, And everything you’re running
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| from.
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| And it’s the same world, honey, that has brought You down,
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| As the one that’s gonna pick you up.
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| And pick you up.
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| You’re one with the echos of conversation.
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| You’re one with the strangers you overheard.
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| You’re one with the lesson that was the best one you learned.
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| It was a faint line that brought you here,
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| And a pulse that kept you in time.
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| It was the comfort of a tradition,
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| Like the few that were not that kind.
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| It’s a shame now, baby, you can’t see yourself, And everything you’re running
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| from.
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| And it’s the same world, honey, that has brought You down,
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| As the one that’s gonna pick you up.
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| And pick you up.
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| It was a long, dark, sleepy morning walk.
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| You fell down, case and point.
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| It was a good start.
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| It was a good start.
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| It was a long, dark, sleepy morning walk.
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| You fell down, case and point.
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| It was a good start.
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| It was a good start.
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| It’s a shame now, baby, you can’t see yourself, And everything you’re running
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| from.
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| And it’s the same world, honey, that has brought You down,
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| As the one that’s gonna pick you up.
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| And it’s a shame now, baby, you can’t separate
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| Yourself from where you stood.
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| And it’s the same world, honey, that made you feel so bad,
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| That makes you feel so good.
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| Feel so good. |