I really got to like it
We got used to one another
Thrown together so much
Getting in one another’s way
Selfish can be very thinking
And I often had to turn
Away from its cruel words
And keep trying to come back
To my heart’s easy rhythm
The grace of a stone
Skipping over water
But you have to practice that
And make your own instrument
If you want the kind of music
Thinking never thinks of
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