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Burried eyes of blue, |
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She's burnin' in the same game |
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And I'm just sittin here writing |
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Typin through these walls |
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But that last note's tryin and soon she faded |
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The crosses call your blame, thats all. |
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And fire starts refinin |
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And the saints come marchin down your hall |
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Do what you're gunna do |
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And call me when its over |
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Do what you're gunna do |
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And call me when its over |
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Awake the sleeping groom |
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And call him by the same name |
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Dusty books and old glass walls |
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THe clouds of advertising |
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Where'd you go to sell your home made cannon? |
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Cuz I believe in flyin |
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I believe in the wisdom sky |
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You can brush me off, would I be lyin? |
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Do what you're gunna do |
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And call me when its over |
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Do what you're gunna do |
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And call me when its over |
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Cuz I got the coffee waitin |
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I got the coffee waitin |
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Do what you gonna do |
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and call me when it's over |
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And as you fade in sorrows hand |
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And drown the colors of the land |
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The clouds forgive it's thirsty sand |
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Send rain upon its way |
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And what was gone I thought was mine |
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The earth will spin a billion times |
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And I alone with my guitar |
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And hope he finds you a way |
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Burried eyes of blue |
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She's burnin in the same game |
