| This my excavation and today is kumran
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| Everything that happens from now on
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| This is pouring rain
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| This is paralyzed
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| I keep throwing it down two-hunded at a time
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| It’s hard to find it when you knew it
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| When your money’s gone
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| And you’re drunk as hell
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| On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load
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| In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
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| In the back with your racks and you’re un-stacking your load
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| Well I’ve been twisting to the sun and the moon
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| I needed to replace
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| The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
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| All my love was down
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| In a frozen ground
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| There’s a black crow sitting across from me
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| His wiry legs are crossed
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| He is dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
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| Whatever could it be
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| That has brought me to this loss?
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| On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load
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| In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
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| In the back with your racks and you’re un-stacking your load
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| This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
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| It’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
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| Your love will be
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| Safe with me |