| In all you’ve seen, what was it that came down on me that night?
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| A conjuring; |
| I held on to that moment and lie just to make it alive
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| I stood out there in the covering
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| In the baskings of a holy night
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| And I was lucid and conscious
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| And hovering like a firefly
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| My mind stretched out on the canopy
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| It put its arms out slow
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| And I heard the whispers of silence
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| Floating down from the radio
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| So come on, come on, I’m ready now
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| I got that feeling, honey, like I’m ready to roll
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| You see, I’m not gonna wait till the end of me
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| 'Cause I got the burning fire in the bed of my soul
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| I saw the light from a kettle gun
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| Sixteen days under a southern sun
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| And there were times when I thought that
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| I wouldn’t mind it if I lost my mind out there
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| You wouldn’t believe me if I told you so
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| The things I saw, were enough to make the man in me a man of me
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| Mm, make a man of me…
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| So come on, come on, I’m ready now
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| Go get your things out, honey, let’s get ready to roll
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| Oh, I can feel a wave coming over me
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| I’ve been waiting for this day too long just to let it all go
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| As a child, I was wonder eyed
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| At the thought that I might know
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| A life in the ecstasy of rock n' roll, oh
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| Woah-oh, I’m not taking it slow, oh, oh
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| I’m an arrow in a bow, oh, oh
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| You think that I don’t know, oh, oh
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| What it is that makes it glow, oh, oh… |