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Words and |
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Music: Emily |
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Saliers Remember everything |
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I told you |
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Keep it in your heart like a stone |
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And when the winds have blown things round and back again |
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What was once your pain will be your home |
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All around the table the white haired men have gathered |
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Spilling their sons' blood like table wine |
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Remember everything |
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I told you |
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Everything in its own time |
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The music whispers you in urgency |
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Hold fast to that languageless connection |
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A thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen |
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Dangling from inside the fifth direction |
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Boys around the table mapping out their strategies |
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Kings of mountains one day dust |
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A lesson learned, a loving |
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God, and things in their own time |
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In nothing more do |
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I trust But we own nothing, nothing is ours |
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Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars |
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But this poverty is our greatest gift |
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The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift |
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Remember everything |
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I told you |
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Keep it in your heart like a stone |
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And when the winds have blown things round and back again |
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What was once your pain will be your home |
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Everything in its own time |
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Everything in its own time ooooooooh-oooooooh-oooooooh-ooooooooh |
