| No one knows you quite the way that I do
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| No one knows me, not especially you
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| Find the river and deliver my remains to it soon
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| This I request of you
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| Said a person that I knew from my sleep
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| «Savage, I’m free, but I ain’t cheap
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| The thing you wake with has a function, either beat it or bleed»
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| What could I say to them
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| Man on fire, and he’s heading for truth
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| Watched him burning as I sat on the stoop
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| A couple seconds felt like hours 'til I finally moved
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| To beat the flames from him
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| Most religion is as far from faith
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| As the sun is from the shadows it shapes
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| Well I can hardly say for certain if I’m trapped or escaped
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| When I’m away from you
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| When the summer draws the bugs in the house
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| And an acquaintance takes the form of a spouse
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| I need you wildly, as the bluejay needs a tune it can sing
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| Into the afternoon
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| Like a mother she reminds
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| With the ashes on her head
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| Dancing drunkly to the radio
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| As she welcomes back the dead
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| Twenty hours and I’m twelve in the hole
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| With thoughts of lightning as a beautiful dull |
| Across the island they are floating slow in luminous balls
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| Inviting me to cross
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| Started drinking to meet strangers and folks
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| Who’d listen to me, who’d nod when I spoke, but
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| These days when I’m thirsty I don’t mind staying home
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| Drinking away the blues
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| Started smoking to keep up with my friends
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| I learned to love the feeling when I’m breathing it in
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| But I’m a lonely lighthouse shining by the sea on a cliff
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| Dragging in solitude
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| Of all the pieces I’ve combined
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| Still the cruelest mixture yet
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| Is the softness of a thawing dawn
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| And the hardness of regret |