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There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand |
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And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again |
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It's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty |
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TV screenYou can squint at it through snowy static to make out the meaning |
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And just keep stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come clear |
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We need some reception, a higher message, just tell us what to fear |
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Because I don't know what tomorrow brings |
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It's alive with such possibilities |
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All I know is |
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I feel better when |
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I singBurdens are lifted from me |
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That's my voice rising |
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So Michael, please keep the tape rolling |
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Boys keep strumming those guitars |
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We need a record of our failures, we must document our love |
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I've sat too long in my silence, |
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I've grown too old in my pain |
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To shed this skin, be born again, it starts with an ending |
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So thank you friends for the time we shared |
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My love stays with you like sunlight and air |
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Oh, I truly wish |
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I could keep hanging around here |
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But my joy is covering me, soon, |
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I will disappear |
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Well, not a movie, no private screening |
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This method acting, well, |
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I call that living |
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It is a fountain, all the doors are open |
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We got a problem with no solution |
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But to love, love, love and to be loved |
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So I've made peace with the falling leaves |
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I see their same fate in my own body |
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I won't be frightened when |
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I am awoken from this dream |
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And returned to that which gave birth to me |
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And the story goes, and the story goes |
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And it goes on and on and on and on |
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It's going on and on and on |
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It's going on and on and on |
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It's going on and on and on |
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It's going on and on and on |
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And onAnd on |
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And on... |
