| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| And I know it’s time, I know it’s way past time
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| My breath, a prayer, I’m holding in
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| I know you’re coming soon
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| But until then I’m keeping distracted
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| Avoiding the growing truth
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| I’ve been digging up weeds
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| And lucid dreaming of sky’s degrees of blue
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| I’ve been staying up late and sleeping in
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| There’s only so much to do
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| And I know it’s time, I know it’s time
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| And I know it’s time, I know it’s way past time
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| I’ve washed the car and stained the deck
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| Pulled a randomly growing vine
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| Had it been bull nettle
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| I’d have killed some more time crying
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| I’ve been reading the classics, scanning the news
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| It all goes in the mouth of the muse
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| Between planting trees and avoiding parties
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| I’ve burned some holes in my shoes
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| And I know it’s time, I know it’s time
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| And I know it’s time, I know it’s way past time
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| And I know it’s time, I know it’s time
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you’re stomping across my mind
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| And I know it’s time, I know it’s way past time |