Some things can't be bottled
See how it's draining out the bottom
Just like holding onto water
My eyes will only open for so long
So show me every thing
I'm always aching to see
It's not pretty I know. but still, this is
who I'll always be
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I have many gifts
That's right my God gave them to me
I've worked hard to learn to use them and
now I'll go and teach
Bothell is beautiful in the fall
Days of my youth were not so long ago
I learned things here that some men never see. Oh the
lucky ones, the lucky ones know exactly what I mean
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