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Stones hardly move but they can always think about it

from Every key hole has an eye to be seen through by Forest Pooky

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I'll find my way back home
But you cannot make me move
I will focus on the picture
So I won't move
I've been myself for way too long
For you to expect to make me move
So I'll stand still won't go no further
No I won't move

If we're pushed it reveals only crummy worms
Crawling back into dirt where they can't get hurt

The frame we live in….Will break our bones
We're so close to dying….We keep on digging
Shoveling stones

Stones are what we are made of
Changing takes quite some time
We all know time won't surrender
We wait in line

If we're pushed it reveals only crummy worms
Crawling back into dirt where they can't get hurt
We're told so many lies
A static walk rimes with pride

Let go, my friend
What slows you down is my static hand
Move on, don't stop, I know, I trust you
To unchain the gates, escape

This frame we live in…. that breaks our bones
I'm so close to dying…..I'll keep on digging
Shoveling stones

Flower my grave, I've been buried for decades
I speak and I pray, all I've been taught for decades

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from Every key hole has an eye to be seen through, released September 14, 2012

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Forest Pooky Arras, France

Forest Pooky is a French singer songwriter born in the USA. Check www.forestpooky.com/music for more about his work and live shows.

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