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I was born on the windowsill, can I come in
Would you be more like a bed for me than a reason to begin

Hold me close but don’t hold too tight
I am filled with light
I am bones in disguise

Am I now what I once was?
Call it truth, or was it youth because
I had time

But someday I’ll fade away, my bones will turn to dust
The wind will move me back outside where I belong because

I don’t own these words anymore than I
Own the breath that moves in andout of me
Stumbling over words I’ve been singing for a long, long, time

And someday I’ll fade away, my bones will turn to dust
The wind will move me back outside where I belong because…

I was born on the windowsill, can I come in
And you’ll be more like a bed for me than a reason to begin

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