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The song's a thing |
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And this one's thin |
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From traveling light |
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The stars at night |
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Have seen old time to new erosion |
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Old time gone with old religions |
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Prickled interest seizing pride |
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The night the music upped and died, died. |
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Been listening all the night-long |
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Been listening all the day. |
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Will I listen for the one you know |
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Will I listen, will i pray? |
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It's a-coming all the night long |
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It's a-coming in the day |
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It's blowing through my stone ears, whistling its way. |
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Left the song behind old chums |
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The faintest trace of what's to come |
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What's behind and what is near |
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Banished by a suckling ear. |
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Coffee lustre |
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Lend me mine |
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Nothing came with beer and wine, wine. |
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Been listening all the night long |
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Been listening all the day |
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Will I listen for the one you know |
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Will I listen, will I pray? |
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It's a-coming all the night-long |
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Its a-coming in the day |
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Its blowing through my stone ears, whistling it's way. |
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The music's gone |
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The music's dead |
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The music went and in its stead |
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A single song, a chorus strong |
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A symphony, sans right or wrong |
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The band's rehearsing, the radios off |
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The silence is everything, hold that cough. |
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Been listening all the night-long |
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Been listening all the day |
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Will I listen to the one you know |
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Will I listen, will I pray? |
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It's a-coming all the night-long |
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It's a-coming in the day |
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It's blowing through my stone ears, whistling it's way. |