| Here’s to the Lone and Wayward son
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| For to love is to leave, for to run like a rolling stone
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| I fell in with men who were wicked in the end
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| As we roam by and by so these crimes multiply, yeah
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| See this wayward son, boy
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| May you live to run another day
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| Dark is the heart and dreams will come
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| To the swift and the dead, to the poor and the wayward son
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| My love can’t you see just what’s happening to me
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| All I touch turns to sand, slipping out through my hand, yeah
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| I can see the future in your eyes, shining like a million skies
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| Over all, over all my petty crimes I perpetrate
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| I know you should hate me, but you celebrate me
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| Every time I’m on your side, my eyes open wide
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| The future’s wingin' like a bird out over the void
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| And all my petty crimes and curses, they are destroyed
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| I know you should hate me, but you elevate me
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| Up into the stratosphere, I no longer care
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| That I am terrified, alright, yet you are the cure
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| 'Cause all my petty crimes and curses, they disappear
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| I can feel the future in your skin, catch the spirits as they spin
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| All around, all around my petty crimes I perpetrate
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| I know you should hate me, but you rearrange me
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| Comin' off the startin' line, a hammer and twine
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| The future’s wingin' like a bird out over the void
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| And all my petty crimes and curses, they are destroyed
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| Now, a serpent spoke to me
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| He was hanging from a pale and nameless tree
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| Upon the plain, where the gods are all insane
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| His voice was like the wind that blows
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| A thousand crows all rising into flight
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| Upon the night, alright, look out
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| So, now, I left him in his tree, stole some horses
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| Took the road that runs in circles to the sea
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| But, the snake, he followed me, so I hopped a ship, a silver seed
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| Past galaxies and stars we speed, to endless planets, worlds unknown
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| Where will you go when our love’s gone?
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| When this world of ours is nothing more than a long lost song?
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| This road that we’re on, is it where we both belong?
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| As the years disappear, will you wait for me here?
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| See this wayward son, boy
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| May you live to run another day |