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i'd like to think i'm moving forward towards a house that's built to last |
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though to you it seems i'm wandering blind chewing on this blade of grass |
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and when the wolf is at my door i'd like to think i'm in good hands |
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to all appearances i'm out of my mind maybe i'm green as this blade of grass |
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we ask ourselves these questions where no answers can be found |
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and if i'm moving in the wrong direction well i'll just turn around |
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i'd like to think i'm moving forward towards a song that's built to last |
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maybe i'll never see the bottom line maybe it's all in this blade of grass |
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though to you it seems i'm wandering blind chewing on this blade of grass |
