| I, basically, woke up and---
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| The oldest story…
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| It was sun---
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| How long will it take to get to my voice?
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| Well I, I took history class and I---
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| Amazing grace, how sweet---
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| …Saturday and that’s why the…
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| I realized that I like what it is…
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| …saved a wretch like---
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| There is no beginning to the story
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| A bookshelf sinks into the sand
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| And a language learned and forgot, in turn
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| Is studied once again
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| It’s a shocking bit of footage
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| Viewed from a shitty TV screen
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| You can squint at it through snowy static
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| To make out the meaning
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| And keep on stretching the antenna
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| Hoping that it will come clear
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| We need some reception, a higher message
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| Just tell us what to fear
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| Cause I don’t know what tomorrow brings
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| It’s alive with such possibilities
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| All I know is I feel better when I sing
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| Burdens are lifted from me, that’s my voice rising
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| So Michael, please keep the tape rolling
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| Boys keep strumming those guitars
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| We need a record of our failures
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| Yes, we must document our love
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| I’ve sat too long in my silence
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| Have grown too old in my pain
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| To shed this skin, be born again
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| It starts with an ending
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| So thank you friends for the time we shared
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| My love stays with you like sunlight and air
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| Oh I truly wish I could keep hanging around here
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| My joy is covering me, soon I will disappear
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| It’s not a movie, no private screening
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| This method acting, well, I call that living, yeah
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| It’s like a fountain, a door has been opened
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| We have a problem with no solution
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| But to love and to be loved
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| So, I’ve made peace with the falling leaves
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| I see their same fate in my own body
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| But I won’t be frightened when I’m awoken from this dream
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| And returned to that which gave birth to me
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| Gave birth to me, gave birth to me, gave birth to me
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| And the story, and the story goes
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| And it goes on and on and on and on
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| It’s going on and on and on and on (x6) |