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The hours in my day

The bird of prey

The coming night

So close in sight

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A change of pace

A challenge to face

A unique situation

My simple narration

,

I’ve found a small place

Across the borderline

I’ve changed my face

Found a saving grace

In this small place

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I’m not asking for much

I’m feeling in touch

I’m torn and frayed

Wouldn’t have it another way

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And when the river’s dry

And the birds don’t fly

And the lyrics just bore me

I’ll imagine this story

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Of a small place

Across the borderline

Where I’ve changed my face

Found a saving grace

In a small place