My old addiction
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Changed the wiring in my brain
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So that when it turns the switches
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Then I am not the same
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So like the flowers toward the Sun
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I will follow
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Stretch myself out thin
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Like there's a part of me that's already buried
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That sends me out into this window
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My old addiction
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Is a flood upon the land
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This tiny lifeboat
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Can keep me dry
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But my weight is all
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That it can stand
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So when I try to lean just a little
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For just a splash to cool my face
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Ahh that trickle
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Turns out fickle
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Fills my boat up
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Five miles deep
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My old addiction
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Makes me crave only what is best
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Like these just this morning song birds
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Craving upward from the nest
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These tiny birds outside my window
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Take my hand to be their mom
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These open mouths
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Would trust and swallow
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Anything that came along
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Like my old addiction
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Now the other side of Day
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As the springtime
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Of my life's time
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Turn's the other way
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If a swan can have a song
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I think I know that tune
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But the page is only scrawled
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And I am gone this afternoon
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But the page is only scrawled
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And I am gone this afternoon
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