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You can’t leave without getting what you came here for I know it’s hard Finding meaning in life is about as cliché as a needle in a haystack Just achin’ to fill in the empty spots With anything you can get your hands on Got some gaps festering Afraid to unplug and let the hurt bleed out Cuz at least you know your holes are full But life It punches us toothless Won’t let us sleep at night With the ache of mystery You want a purpose Hold tight and live Just live Like plants and housecats Someone once told me that there’s a forest of redwoods out there So big with roots so tightly woven you can’t tell where one tree begins and another ends You got roots planted in my heart Each step you take is a purpose I can feel you even when you aren’t close So don’t leave me Not yet We got too much fire fueling engines in our feet Just walk with me I’ll find you a purpose There are haystacks everywhere And a heartful of needles buried beneath Just don’t leave before you get Whatever it is that you need
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Mar 23, 2011
Mar 23, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
You Know Who You Are
You can’t leave without getting what you came here for I know it’s hard Finding meaning in life is about as cliché as a needle in a haystack Just achin’ to fill in the empty spots With anything you can get your hands on Got some gaps festering Afraid to unplug and let the hurt bleed out Cuz at least you know your holes are full But life It punches us toothless Won’t let us sleep at night With the ache of mystery You want a purpose Hold tight and live Just live Like plants and housecats Someone once told me that there’s a forest of redwoods out there So big with roots so tightly woven you can’t tell where one tree begins and another ends You got roots planted in my heart Each step you take is a purpose I can feel you even when you aren’t close So don’t leave me Not yet We got too much fire fueling engines in our feet Just walk with me I’ll find you a purpose There are haystacks everywhere And a heartful of needles buried beneath Just don’t leave before you get Whatever it is that you need
jon-tobias
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Mar 23, 2011
Mar 23, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
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