| Blood from a stone, water from wine
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| Born under an ill-placed sign
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| A stroke of bad luck, wrong place, wrong time
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| This flyer is out of line
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| The story is a sad one, told many times
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| The story of my life in trying times
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| Just add water, stir in lime
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| How the west was won and where it got us
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| Ahh
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| The canary got trapped in the uranium mine
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| A stroke of bad luck, now the bird has died
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| A marker to mark where my tears run dry
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| I cross it, bless it, alkaline
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| The story is a sad one, told many times
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| The story of my life in trying times
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| Just add water, stir in lime
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| How the west was won and where it got us
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| Ahh
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| I didn’t wear glasses because I thought it might rain
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| Now I can’t see anything
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| I made a mistake, chalked it up to design
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| I cracked through time/space, godless and dry
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| I point my nose to the northern star
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| And watch the decline from a hazy distance
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| The story is a sad one, told many times
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| The story of my life in trying times
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| Just add water, stir in lime
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| How the west was won and where it got us
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| Ahh |