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I didn't turn the faucet off And thought about life flowing How it can see me dripping hitting splashing and then going  Only in the second there in all my glory showing  But the beauty blends into the norm and life it gets on towing I turned the faucet on So I could hear it flow again The weary travelers eyes focus on old light in a new friend It's the same orange sort of glow comes after nightfalls had its end And the drips remind me of the way this planet it's days sends And we spin Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip And we spin, and we spin.  I kick up the sawdust So with the dirt I'd see the sun And watch the pieces hang, floating silently and fun Hoping knowing when they settle This morning isn't the only one Oh no, you all are just a bed for something only just begun I start to make more sawdust Building what? I've yet to know But I know that if there's something there I cannot be a hole So that in the same when I am buried may I not be cold  And that sun will people sing of me, when my stories told And we spin Rip rip rip rip rip rip rip And we spin, and we spin.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
And We Spin
I didn't turn the faucet off And thought about life flowing How it can see me dripping hitting splashing and then going  Only in the second there in all my glory showing  But the beauty blends into the norm and life it gets on towing I turned the faucet on So I could hear it flow again The weary travelers eyes focus on old light in a new friend It's the same orange sort of glow comes after nightfalls had its end And the drips remind me of the way this planet it's days sends And we spin Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip And we spin, and we spin.  I kick up the sawdust So with the dirt I'd see the sun And watch the pieces hang, floating silently and fun Hoping knowing when they settle This morning isn't the only one Oh no, you all are just a bed for something only just begun I start to make more sawdust Building what? I've yet to know But I know that if there's something there I cannot be a hole So that in the same when I am buried may I not be cold  And that sun will people sing of me, when my stories told And we spin Rip rip rip rip rip rip rip And we spin, and we spin.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
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