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Well there's something missing, but they won't drag the river |
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God sends his children out into the streets |
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You can dig all you want, but there's no buried hatchets |
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Just bones on the table, burn holes in the seat |
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I feel weary in the weight of these days |
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I've been down with dogs, I've been low with toads |
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I've walked down the road, the old hermit won't go |
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And I've felt the holy in infinite spaces |
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I read their names while they all hid their faces |
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I feel weary in the weight of these days |
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I feel weary in the weight of these days |
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Will you meet me someday past the sunset? |
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We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings |
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Will you meet me someday past the sunset? |
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Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream |
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And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seam |
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One hand in the sky, one on the third rail |
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Your mind can't be free if your soul is in jail |
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So long live the chains, set my iron free |
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Long live your king when he's dead like me |
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I feel weary in the weight of these days |
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I feel weary in the weight of these days |
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Will you meet me someday past the sunset? |
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We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings |
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Will you meet me someday past the sunset? |
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Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream |
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And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seam |
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Behind The Door, eye The Stone |
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Listen To The Voices that Won't Leave You Alone |
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Climb Up The Vine that goes Straight To Your Mind |
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Get Lost In The Jungle of Your Own Space And Time |
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I feel lucky in the weight of these days |
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I feel lucky in the weight of these days |
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Will you meet me someday past the sunset? |
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We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings |
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Will you meet me someday past the sunset? |
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Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream |
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And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seams |
