| Have you ever wondered much at all
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| About your behaviour
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| Or worried about the role you play
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| Grey against the scenery?
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| Black cloud calls by
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| Black cloud, blue sky
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| Black birds, your words
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| Too dark to fly
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| When reason starts to fade and fall away
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| I want to take a gun to you
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| Rain another day…
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| While we move as angels
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| Gather up your blues and clear the way
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| I hate the games you play
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| While we’re touched by Jesus
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| Gather up your blues
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| And get out of the way
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| Sand invades your shoes like a desert
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| It’s nothing to die about
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| And our heels are high enough
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| To crush the lizard
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| Take 'em off and shake it out
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| The sting in the tail
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| Is destined to fail
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| Our skin, takes in no poison
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| «So the next time you’re out stumbling across
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| My little piece of sky, and we know we’re
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| In a state of grace and we know we’re in
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| A state of mind; |
| and we know we’re part
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| Of the state of art and all we really want
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| To be, is free… you’ve got to receive, you’ve
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| Got to receive what the spirit says… you’ve
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| Got to believe what the spirit says…
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| And she says…»
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| Rain another day
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| While we move as angels
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| Gather up your views and clear the way
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| I hate the games you play
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| While we’re touched by Jesus
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| Gather up your blues and get out of the way |