| When there’s only one thing I can do
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| Well you know that I still don’t want to do it
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| And where there’s just one way to get through
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| Sometimes I still don’t want to go through with it
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| There are other ways I used to think
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| To find my way around
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| The wood, and the caves, and the bad women’s ways
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| That were always to be found
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| And I have done enough right
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| Dirt and wrong can now both stir my mind
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| And love I can find it again
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| In someone sitting close in the flashes of sin
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| There are other ways I used to think
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| To find my way around
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| The wood, and the smell, and the word of farewell
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| That I always had to sound
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| Now there is just one way
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| To stretch out my arms and cry
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| To that just one day
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| Number the friends and the family
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| That love me
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| Welcome the ring of the moonlight
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| Above me
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| And I wander and lay in whatever in old bed
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| With good earthly music singing into my head
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| Well there’s a path
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| There’s a beach
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| There’s a horseshoe crab
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| There’s my brothers and my girlfriends
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| My mom and my dad
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| And there’s me
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| And that’s all that needs to be
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| Now there is just one way
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| To stretch out my arms and cry
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| To that just one day
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| Number the friends and the family
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| That love me
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| Welcome the ring of the moonlight
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| Above me
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| And I wander and lay in whatever in old bed
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| With good earthly music singing into my head
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh |