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Tiny pieces come to me every day
Still I wait
Things are falling into place
But so much time goes to waste

I stretch and shift
These parts won't fit
I can chop and change all I like
Rearranging this won't make it right

All doors are open.
All the doors are open.
Tiny pieces come to me every day   Still I wait   Things are falling into place   But so much time goes to waste      I stretch and shift   These parts won't fit   I can chop and change all I like   Rearranging this won't make it right      All doors are open.   All the doors are open.