| I tried to smile as he tried not to cry
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| Said I’d go around mornin' light
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| He said, «No need for drawn out goodbyes»
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| Despite the void, I tend to believe
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| As moment by moment slips out of reach
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| At least we’re eternal in once having been
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| Tryin' for solid ground in a watery atmosphere
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| In the field behind the Millers whisperin' in the night
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| And under the beat of the August rain
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| We could tell tomorrow’s weather
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| From the sound of the viaduct’s passin' train
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| As I travel back to somewhere gone
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| I watch the evening passin' on
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| To a place beyond this short refrain
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| And somewhere back there, yeah
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| Maybe we both remain
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| Together we both remain
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| Sleepless I walk, the moon’s on his way
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| Echoin' light in his beautiful chains
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| Echoes of you singin' vogue up the lane
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| Some questions I’ve dealt with
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| One or two I ignore
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| They keep me in bed in the mornin'
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| Hangin' above like a tremblin' sword
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| Tryin' for solid ground with your hand on the mantelpiece
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| Somehow you pulled the whole thing down
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| And woke up half the night
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| And under the ache of the risin' sun
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| We could tell tomorrow’s weather
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| From the sound of the Crewood Common guns
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| As I travel back to somewhere gone
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| I watch the evening passin' on
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| To a place beyond this short refrain
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| But somewhere back there, yeah
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| Maybe we both remain
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| Together we both remain
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| As I travel back to somewhere gone
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| I watch the evening passin' on
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| To a place beyond this short refrain
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| But somewhere back there, yeah
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| Maybe we both remain |