| This is a garden, this is a steeple
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| I hear the crowd before I ever see the people
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| Yours for the asking, and for the taking
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| There is a power in the vacuum we are making
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| You and I have a secret world
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| And we can keep it unfurled
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| And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave
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| And when we’re crossed
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| We can say that we’re lost
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| In the middle of nowhere think you’ll like it a lot
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| And if we’re wrong and we end up alone
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| We’ll light a candle for their innocent bones
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| You and I have a secret world
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| And we can keep it unfurled
|
| And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave
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| You and I have a secret world
|
| And we can keep it unfurled
|
| And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave
|
| And when we’re crossed
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| We can say that we’re lost
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| In the middle of nowhere think you’ll like it a lot
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| And if we’re wrong and we end up alone
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| We’ll light a candle for their innocent bones
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| You and I have a secret world
|
| And we can keep it unfurled
|
| And pay no attention to the cradle or the grave
|
| And when we’re crossed
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| We can say that we’re lost
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| In the middle of nowhere think you’ll like it a lot
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| And if we’re wrong and we end up alone
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| We’ll light a candle for their innocent bones |