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I think it's time to put myself away
Seek out a little silence
Close the doors and sit a while
Walk a little
And as I put my words away
The flow slows
See this pen in a stream
Picking it up is easy.
Follow the shape of it.
Jump in.
Swallow it whole.
Jump in.
Even though I know my around
Possibly there's something that I found
Holding on for finding solid ground
Someday soon.
Someday soon.
I'll turn myself into the grass
And I'll grow
Take this space above my head
And live a little, little.
Gonna wear my feathered headress
Like an indian chief.
Gonna stretch out both my arms
I'm gonna test the temperature.
Follow the taste of it.
Jump in.
Swallow it whole.
Jump in.
Even though I know my around (even though)
Possibly there's something that I found (possibly I, possibly I)
Holding on for finding solid ground (ohh..)
Even though I know my around (even though)
Possibly there's something newI found (possibly I, possibly I)
Holding on for finding solid ground (ohh..)
Someday soon.
Someday soon.
Maybe walk a little
Someday soon.
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