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Settle up or settle down
Feeling good until it comes 'round
The alarms bells, hear the sound
One, two, three, four times a hundred

Morning fan begins to turn
Sour days of cinders burning
Keep me warm, at least we can't
Instead spread mist with the ashes

Thought that I'd dissolve
Thought that I'd disappear but
I'll wake up in bed
The next day I'm still here

At times it doesn't seem so bad
Then bubbles up just like
An effervescent fluid
Had nothing I could say or do
So it seems too tight to see if it's true

My responsibility
But how'd I try
When I can't see the wood for trees
Lay down on the forest floor
Take a breath, closing eyes forever more

Thought that I'd dissolve
Thought that I'd disappear but
I'll wake up in bed
The next day I'm still here

Thought that it was time
That the end was in sight
But the wheel keeps on turning
Beyond wrong and right

Living in a question mark
Time is stumbling in the dark
Waiting to complete the arc
This story blows, who's the writer?

More than just a sleep and eat
Again, again, repeat, repeat
What to happened to a short and sweet?
This one seems never end

No I'm no the best one
To find myself here
It's been widely discussed
From Thoreau to Shakespeare

Thought that I'd dissolve
Thought that I'd disappear but
But I'll wake up in bed
The next day I'm still here

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