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Tuesday Song: “All Flow Out”


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What’s it to you, buddy boy?
I can read it on your face
Like a grand canal of worry and brute force
I won’t say that you don’t feel
Everything you say
But I’m not sure I agree about its source

All of our anxiety
Is causing a tremendous drought
So baby, try to let it all flow out

You are not the victim here
Although what you feel is true
You can’t run away when there’s no one to blame
There’s no point in fighting it
Or just running far away
Somehow they are more or less the same

All of our anxiety
Is causing a tremendous drought
So baby, try to let it all flow out

Can’t you see you are free?
The whole thing, it rest on you
‘Cause right here is the door
You just feel your way through

You can help me, if you want
You can take care of yourself
You can honor it when you are burning mad
I will watch you, and I’ll learn
And you can learn from me
We can let go of the judgements that we had

All of our anxiety
Is causing a tremendous drought
So baby, try to let it all flow out
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