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There's a place beyond the sticks and stones |
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Past the piles of broken bones |
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It could melt a frozen heart |
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If it needs to be so |
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It's the place to cut the weeds and wires |
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And dodge the thorns and quills |
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It's a place divides divide |
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And the rivers stand still |
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It is time to weather stormy seas |
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And suck the venom clear |
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We could clean the poison veins |
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And while we are here |
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We could shake the buzzards off our tails |
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And keep the snakes at bay |
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Hear the sirens fade and the thunder rumble away |
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It's the place tectonic plates will pass each other not to touch |
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That's the sound of the new silent life |
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It's the place where all divides divide and the rivers all stand still |
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That's the sound of the new silent life |
