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Throw my thoughts against the wall and see which one will stick, and I sing the words that come out first
Use the windows as a canvas and clear the sky, with a brush
See a seed pop up its leaves from the dirt in which it sits and greets the sun
Taking steps outside, but never stray to far, for you’ll never know

Wouldn’t it be nice to start over like a blank page
Nobody familiar but your own face

And I’ll sing…

I will buy a cabin upon a mountain high above the see far from the fish
Paint the walls in colours screaming to them to they will never fit inside the perfect little bubble I created
Feed the sharks and keep away the waves, they can never hit my shore
Nobody would know I’d live there, not even me

But I would send my mother my address in case I’ll get regrets
Nobody familiar but your own face

And I’ll sing…