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"Paper Aeroplane"
Well this stone that I have swallowed
Isn't going down so well
And this road that I have followed
Is leading me to Hell
And you said it didn't matter
But I think you're a liar
Is this one of your talents
That stokes the very fire that burns you
Each time you try to live
And the earth will turn below you
The pressure is building
And something has to give
Oh something has to give
And when I build you a steeple
You say it's incomplete
'Cause you need the whole cathedral
To satisfy the need
And you're like a paper aeroplane
That never seems to land
Flying blind through anything
Straight into the hand that chokes you
Each time you try to live
And the earth will turn below you
The pressure is building
And something has to give
Oh something has to give
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"Someday Soon"
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 penny 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 way around
Possibly there's something new 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 headdress
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 way around (even though)
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"Beauty Of Uncertainty"
I need a mirror
In the eyes of a man.
I need no protection
From my bullet-proof plan.
I've got a ticket
For all that I lack.
You might think that I'm gone for good
But I know that I'm coming back.
Sit at my table
Sip from my bowl.
Feel like I know you now
And I will do until I get old.
You might not see me
But trust that I'll stay.
But there's no sense in traveling
If we've already been that way.
Night is a matter
Hidden in grass
Bite like a light
Depends on the ways
To see how long it lasts
But you know better
You stand your ground
Might just sting a little
But she knows you're sticking around
The beauty of uncertainty...
Ooh...
Ah, ooh...
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