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On the train from Jackson to Chicago |
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Providence is yet to be revealed |
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Standing on the platform by my window |
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Soon you will be swallowed by the fields |
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A sudden blur of trees |
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A sudden blur of trees |
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Rushing through the delta veins |
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On the train from Jackson to Chicago |
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Licking all the wounds that never healed |
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Turn around |
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Turn around |
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Now you're at the end of the line |
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Don't look down |
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Don't look down |
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You're standing on the shoulders |
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Standing on the shoulders of giants |
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Everyday the shadow of my father |
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Is painted on the walls and on the floors |
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It stretches out across the open waters |
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And crashes on the sandy Eastern shores |
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Searching in the dark |
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Searching in the dark |
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Looking for a clue to what's been lost |
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Now I see the shadow of my father |
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On the shoulders of the one that came before |
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Turn around |
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Turn around |
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Now you're at the end of the line |
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Don't look down |
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Don't look down |
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You're standing on the shoulders |
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Standing on the shoulders of giants |
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A clear run |
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Blue sky |
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Downhill |
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A free ride |
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Stones throw |
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A straight line from here |
