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Extremly cold and wet is how the song lead me to here
Crippled and upset is where my numbness turned the page
Broken and dejected as the mirror hides the view
Looking sad and lonley as the road don't seem so new
A bird can't fly with twisted wings that have been tied and clipped
A train will lie in rubbage when suddenly there are no tracks
Jumping off or jumping on it depends on where you land
Grasping for the fingers of a space that has no hands
Lying in the road may get you where you want to be
Singing in the shower is the way to go while living in a tree
Recalling all the memories I've stored in this old house
Trudging through the times of sad as I dance round and round
My eyes are blue with somewhat of a dull and crimson hue
I fondly think of yesterday as I so often do
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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