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Like a leaky faucet that eventually dies
the cataclysmic, irreversible tide
Just as soon as it swallowed, I felt it again
the creeping suspicion; you're a means to an end

And the hands that reach so near
from a mind that hardly can think clear
And the sheep that graze outside
the static pull from a hazy tide

But if you had an urge to leave
if you were a wolf, like me
If the future would cough up its roots and die
I hope you'd feel like you had tried

But I'm not perfect, you understand
you have a better conception of a realistic plan
And this is far too sensitive for your eyes
and your guitar gently weeps there by your side

In a world where I am free
I can sing and chase after what suits me
But in this murky, stagnant pond
I can't help but think of the times you've gone

And the sheep that graze outside
the static pull from a hazy tide
Some nights I can hear the call
And I brace myself against the wall

I'm not perfect, I understand
you have a better conception of a realistic plan
And this is far too sensitive for your eyes
and your guitar gently weeps there by your side

In a world where I am free
I can sing and dance and do what suits me
But in this murky, stagnant pond
I can't help but think of the times I've won

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