More Like Them
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i feel - i’ve done
not much of anything
i’m not - proud, i’m
just ashamed
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Call/Response
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you feel unwelcome in your home and in your skin
the solitude of darkness is your one and only friend
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Will-o'-the-wisp
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further into the woods
chasing that glittering glow
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Semi-gloss
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the car – is breaking down
the fridge – is on the fritz
the job is still the job i took
when i was desperate
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Dirty on the Inside
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my dream is a sparrow flying
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Bottles and Spoons
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searching the ocean you dreamt of an island
you found it surrounded by bottles and spoons
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Open a Window
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take your leave and leave no trace
nothing you've done, said, or made will remain
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You Are Here
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there is no map for where i want to be
there are no road signs erected to guide me
lost but untethered, i’m loving the fear
the clouds look down on me and say “you are here”
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Different Pane
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lean against me till the angles change
i'm looking out the window through a different pane
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