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Lifting things might serve you well
Ask yourself who wants your ground to stand
You ought to hope there’s enough salt in the sea
To hold up all the tankers of all your meant to be’s
Lifting things and putting them down
In a better place might prove your ground to stand
You can’t reach me, I can’t reach you
You can tell yourself that’s some ground to stand
And if someone, somewhen
Jammed the key in upside down
People since said it still turns
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