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Clark |
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Well you're smolderin' with fly words, |
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Catch the moment on the run |
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And you say there's nothin' easy |
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About the plywood tract you're from |
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And you stand inside your wind stilts |
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Watch the sentence act begun |
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So you say you lost your baby |
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Do you know that your the one |
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With the stand to watch the trials go, |
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From here to there behind the scene |
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Throw your troubles to the moon trolls |
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To swallow up like stormy dreams |
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Take an entrance to a stand-off, |
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Looking if there's such a strife |
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And you say you lost your baby, |
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Wondering if its in your life |
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Well you fly your banners Mondays, |
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That take a rise and fall in one |
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Ask the questions of the pilgrims, |
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As they come to pledge what's done |
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Claim a tabernacle hillside |
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Where you'll sight the dyin' sun |
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So you say you lost your baby, |
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Don't you know that you're the one. |
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So you say you lost your baby, |
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Do you know that you're the one. |
