Push

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Written by C. Anthony

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In the wee hours of the morning

I pick up myself

And plant them flowers of mourning

"Till I lay myself down

Colours make themselves known to be but I

But I can't begin to see them

And I find it all goes away

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And I push it all away

"Till I find myself alone

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Make my mark without a sound

"Till I find myself

And plant them seeds that will never grow

Make myself so alone with you

But I can't possess

And colours make themselves known to me

And I find it all goes away

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And I push it all away

"Till I find myself alone

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