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Busy head, busy head
Won't you give me one sweet second's dark and silent rest
I'm still playing catch up with the things I've gone and said
With what I said
Busy mouth and busy head

Busy heart, busy heart
You think you've got so much to say but can't find where to start
So desperate to fit in and so in need of staying apart
Of standing out
Busy heart, vain and vacant busy heart

I chase my will to care around the corners of the morning
cold and grey
I would make a map for you, lazy drawn with tired fingers
folded once, folded twice,
to give to you when I feel brave

Busy world, busy world
It's just a set of choices makes you who you are
And who you are you have to own, it's all that you have got
It's all you've got to lose
In this busy world
With your busy heart
and your busy mouth

I chase my will to care around the corners of the morning

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