| I found that I was angry
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| In the cool of the day
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| All the tall trees swaying
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| All I did not to say
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| Though I managed all the details
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| And I made all those phone calls
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| And I wrote out all the e-mails
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| And straightened out the front hall
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| It don’t matter, it made no difference
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| All through our disagreement
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| There was a cardinal on the fence
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| Put no walls around me
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| I will lay the stones myself
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| And lay down with my body
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| But give nothing else
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| Still living with the feeling
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| Pent up in my chest
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| My old lifelong companion
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| The one I know best
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| Well, I guess I got the hang of it — the impossible
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| You could say I moved right in with it — the impossible
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| You knew I felt unnatural in the blue light of dawn
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| I left the house in shadow
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| And my mind went on and on
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| On the long spool of the highway
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| Strange fragments of song
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| And all I can’t get my way
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| Everything that’s still wrong
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| Oh, I guess I got the hang of it — the impossible
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| And I walk the endless boundaries of it
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| Just to know what you can’t ever have
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| What is light, what shadow
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| I guess I always wanted the impossible
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| In time I learned to rest on the fevered pitch
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| The change was so relentless, no time to get used to it
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| I had to get so ruthless
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| To cut right down to the quick
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| To wake at six AM and go along with all of it
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| But still I was so sensitive
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| I could hardly even stand your simple acts of kindness
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| The gentle pressure of your hand
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| Glimpsed from the ferry, green swaths of land
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| Sleeping on the floor, I felt the ocean’s movement |