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Most People - Dawes

If she listens very carefully

To a room of conversation

She can feel the planet

Orbiting through space

She hears pieces of arguments

Beginnings of jokes

And the odd lines of a

Song she cannot place

And it all makes up an image

That resists interpretation

Which is lately how she likes

To see herself

How she does not believe in accidents

Doesn't disagree out loud

And falls in love with

Every man she cannot help

And she thinks most people don't

Talk enough about how lucky they are

Most people don't know what

It takes for me to get through the day

Most people don't talk enough

About the love in their hearts

But she doesn't know most

People feel that same way

If she focuses her energies on

Just walking through the neighborhood

With depths and shallows

Nobody could sound

Like January Christmas lights

Under billion year old stars

She comes up with more of

What is lost than what is found

So by the time that she explains

To me just a glimpse of

What she's understood

She betrays the meaning

Putting it in words

So she smiles at me lovingly and says

Just let me hold your hand

So far it's the only way

I can let myself be heard

And she thinks most people don't

Talk enough about how lucky they are

Most people don't know what

It takes for me to get through the day

Most people don't talk enough

About the love in their hearts

But she doesn't know most

People feel that same way

And she thinks most people don't

Talk enough about how lucky they are

Most people don't know what

It takes for me to get through the day

Most people don't talk enough

About the love in their hearts

But she doesn't know most

People feel that same way

And she thinks most people don't

Talk enough about how lucky they are

Most people don't know what it

Takes for me to get through the day

Most people don't talk enough

About the love in their hearts

But she doesn't know most

People feel that same way