Up the hill to a vacant lot
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There's nothing to see
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Walk the pillars to settle in
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And find that you've turned from me
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You're the cup and you're the drink
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That keeps swimming up north through the stream
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I'm the raft that got filled with sand
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That keeps knocking about in the drain
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My hands are laid out to persuade a gathering
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Hair is polished and shiny trim
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Just keep a friend in me
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You're the Cup
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| Shannon Wright |
