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Can you tell me where to put my heart?
In a fishbowl or in a coffee can, or maybe in
your hand?
Can you help me find a place for all these dreams,
..
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2 O'clock.
In the morning,
12 degrees outside,
only car on the freeway,
music blasting, windows rolled
down, missing you.
I let go of the wheel,..
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As a woman hugs a coffin and weeps over her dead child,
another woman marches for the right to abort her own.
As a man lights a flag on fire,
a bom..
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My dream home is a small, single story
building with four rooms and maybe a closet.
In each room there will be one lamp, big lamps
that fill a room..
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Life is a lot like everyone says it is
on the radio or the television.
Life is bland and complex, full
of dish soaps and deodorants
and car tires ..
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Lighting another cigarette and sitting back,
watching the world move on before me,
potential in every car, in every walk,
every step taken in the s..
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And so it comes so mercilessly,
the chance to say goodbye,
the chance to move on be free
and careless,
ha.
Redemption is supposed to feel
good t..
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He said it was deja vu,
looking back on you
as in me,
of course,
and while you thought this would rhyme,
I didn't neccessarily have the time,
to..
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