Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor
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Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer
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Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer
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Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here
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A hand, a spike, a physical fight
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A flash of light, a curtain
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A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
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A height, a dive, a burden
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A girl, a night, a typical type
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A siren in the water
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A scroll, a nod, a message from God
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A son, a Holy Father
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Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy
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Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself
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Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise"
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Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed
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The hand, the pen, the writing again
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The wind around the willow
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The felt, the ice, the passage of time
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The melting down the window
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The now, the then, the thinking of "when"
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The bottle in the ocean
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The strike, the pause
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The message from God forbid she shows emotion
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This isn't rage, it's worth a mention
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This is a fake internal tension
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Sometimes, I spread out one opinion
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And stand on its back to gauge attention
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This isn't rage, it's too specific
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I like to hate symbolic limits
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This is no statement, I'm complicit
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This is a dream, God put me in it
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A hand, a spike, a physical fight
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The wind around the willow
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A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
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The melting down the window
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The now, the then, the thinking of "when"
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The siren in the water
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A strike, a pause, a message from God
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Does that make me His daughter?
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A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump
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A score under the wire
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Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
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And take me somewhere higher
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Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
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And take me somewhere higher
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Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
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And take me somewhere higher
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