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Free of knives, simply observing |
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Try to find what's caused this swing |
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States of mind all triggered by feelings |
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Without whys, just let it ring |
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Every judgment made wears the tragic face |
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Of unmet wants and needs |
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There's a toy dropped in the stairs |
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And it waits till we trip on its trail |
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Ask me like a song |
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Sweet and gently rhyming |
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With heart and words aligning as one |
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If you'd only ask me as a song |
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Truth would seem closer |
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Effort merging with will |
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Then to something build... |
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Empathize, look for a feeling |
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In your eyes there's probably pain |
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Recognize, and free it from thinking |
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State your desire in simple strains |
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What inspires us all is the vulnerable man |
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Who needs our opening hearts |
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There's compassion in the air |
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Only waiting for someone to share... |
