| If this is redemption, why do I bother at all
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| There’s nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
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| Still I’d rather be working at something, than praying for the rain
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| So I wander on, 'til someone else is saved
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| I moved to the coast, under a mountain
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| Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
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| At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
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| I’d remember all the things my mother wrote
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| That we don’t eat until your father’s at the table
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| We don’t drink until the devil’s turned to dust
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| Never once has any man I’ve met been able to love
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| So if I were you, I’d have a little trust
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| Two thousand years, I’ve been in that water
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| Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
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| Desperately reaching for nets
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| That the fishermen have thrown
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| Trying to find, a little bit of hope
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| Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid
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| Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
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| So if in the future I might need myself a savior
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| I’ll remember what was written on that wall
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| That we don’t eat until your father’s at the table
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| We don’t drink until the devil’s turned to dust
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| Never once has any man I’ve met been able to love
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| So if I were you, I’d have a little trust
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| Am I an honest man, and true?
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| Have I been good to you at all?
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| Oh, I’m so tired of playing these games
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| We’d just be running down
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| The same old lines, the same old stories of
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| Breathless trains and worn down glories
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| Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own
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| So we don’t eat until your father’s at the table
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| We don’t drink until the devil’s turned to dust
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| Never once has any man I’ve met been able to love
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| So if I were you my friend, I’d learn to have just a little bit of trust |