[00:12.17]The mice tell bedtime stories
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[00:17.33]Lullabies turned blue
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[00:21.79]A crib song for the baby who has figured out the ruse
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[00:30.08]I travelled half way'round the world to tell a story with no end
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[00:41.73]The dirt under a nation
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[00:46.18]Forsaken on the mend
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[00:50.33]I could say that for a moment it all made perfect sense
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[01:00.38]No one holding posture nothing heaven-sent
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[01:10.00]Hold the hand that leads you there's no god here to believe
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[01:19.36]What matters moves around us in the air we breathe
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[02:10.79]There's nowhere left to sit
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[02:15.49]It's the dirt ground or a broke-down bench
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[02:21.03]Four walls and a roof they say the house that Jesus built
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[02:29.79]A child knows the kindness of a woman at her end
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[02:41.69]In song she found salvation
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[02:46.31]Forsaken on the mend
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[02:50.49]I could say that for a moment it all made perfect sense
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[03:00.67]No unholy posture nothing heaven-sent
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[03:09.92]Hold the hand that leads you there's no god here to believe
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[03:19.30]What matters moves around us in the air we breathe
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[03:28.75]What matters moves around us in the air we breathe
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[03:40.83]In the air we breathe
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