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I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of ideals |
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But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it heals |
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Ah but it's got a little better since I let her sundance |
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I never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire |
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But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shire |
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Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears |
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And he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears |
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He spreads her a shelter |
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She takes the tall skies |
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As they helter skelter |
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Along the same sighs |
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And she wakes my days with a glad face |
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She fakes and says I'm a hard case |
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She makes and plays like a bad ace |
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Carrying my ways into scarred space |
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And she knows me well |
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Ah but what the hell |
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Only time can tell, where we're going to |
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Me and my woman |
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Me and my little woman |
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And the Lord speaks out and the pigpens fawn |
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The sword slides out and the nations mourn |
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The hoard strides out and the chosen spawn |
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The devil rides out and the heavens yawn |
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And he knows me well |
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Ah but what the hell |
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Only time can tell, where we're going to |
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Me and my woman |
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Me and my woman |
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Me and my little woman |
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What a lovely day |
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What a day to play at living |
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What a mess we make |
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What a trust we break |
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Not giving our wings to our children |
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O how we fail them |
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O how we nail them |
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Sunset my colour |
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And king is my name |
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Darkness she's my lover |
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And we live in shame |
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Too far away |
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From the light of the day |
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And so near, and so near, near |
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Can i break through the silence that has taken my place |
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On the plains of the morning that i just could not face |
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Asking you these questions |
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telling you these lies |
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Enveloping directions |
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Developing disguise |
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Open to suggestions |
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But closed to all my eyes |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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Space is just an ashtray |
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Flesh is my best wheel |
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The atmosphere's my highway |
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And the landscape's my next meal |
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I need my own Good Friday |
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And I'm trying my best to fix the deal |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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I am the new crowned landlord |
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Of all beneath my star |
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Queuing up for doomsday |
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In my homesick motor car |
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Born before my mother |
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Died before my Pa |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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Dead on arrival, right where I stand |
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The cuckoo, she moves through the dawn fanfare |
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The dew leaves the rooves in the magic air |
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Feel a finger running through my nightmares lair |
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Feel most together with my nowhere stare |
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and you know me well |
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Ah but what the hell |
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Only time can tell, where am I going to |
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Me and my woman |
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Me and my little woman |
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Me and my woman |
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Me and my little woman |
