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Floating Away |
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It's the weight I'm trying |
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To get inside the frame |
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I've been painting a fat man |
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He's big and fat and heavy |
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As a man can be |
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But he's been floating away, floating away |
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He's been floating away from me |
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In the mirror my withering skin |
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Is a thorny pleasure |
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I stand unflinching |
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And I mark each crease and sting |
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My brush my wooden flail |
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My ancient thresher |
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As unforgiving time flays everything |
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It's the truth I'm trying |
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To get inside the frame |
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Now I'm painting myself naked |
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But I need a pair of boots |
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About as heavy as boots can be |
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Or I'd be floating away, floating away |
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I'd be floating away from me |
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And every thorn sends thistledown |
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Drifting all around |
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And floating away, floating away |
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Floating away from me |
