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All These Things
C Dore

Waiting in the petrie dish
Anonymous, our greatest wish
I wonder will you ever see
A hundred men in their white coats
From Lands End up to John O'Groats
Defy biology

When I think of all the years we spent
The ways, the means to just prevent you
Now the final irony
The secret love we made at night
Now distilled in broad daylight
For everyone to see
But some things are never meant to be
But could you be
Oh could you be
Who could you be?

You could be two yards tall
You could be beautiful
You could be plain, so plain
You could be anyone
You could be our best chance
You could refuse the dance
You could be all these things
All these things
All these things
Or nothing at all

We've read the maps
We know the ropes
We know to never get our hopes up
Who would bet with odds so low?
So I don't blink when choirs sing
Or linger over tiny things
That way we never go
And some things are never meant to be
But could you be
Oh could you be
Who could you be?

You could be a saint or sinner
Chaos-maker, spit your dinner
You could make us proud
Or break our hearts
You could stride in like a giant
Crash the car
Or be compliant
Complicated, clear as water
Billionaire or begging quarters
You could be a son or daughter

Waiting in the petrie dish
Anonymous, our greatest wish
I wonder will you ever see
The hundred men in their white coats
From Lands End up to John O'Groats
Defy, defy
Biology