"too many shadows in my room. too many hours in this midnight. too many corners in my mind. so much to do to set my heart right. oh, it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready... oh, but if i take my heart's advice i should assume it's still unsteady. i am in repair, i am in repair...
stood on the corner for a while to wait for the wind to blow down on me hoping it takes with it my old ways and brings some brand new luck upon me. oh, it's taking so long, i could be wrong, i could be ready... oh, but if i take my heart's advice i should assume it's still unsteady. i am in repair, i am in repair...
and now i'm walking in a park, all of the birds they dance below me. maybe when things turn green again it will be good to say you know me.
oh, it's taking so long, i could be wrong, i could be ready... oh, but if i take my heart's advice i should assume it's still unready...
oh i'm never really ready, i'm never really ready.
i'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there.
i'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there..."
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