| Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
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| It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow
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| See the new Pyramids down in old Manhattan
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| From the roof of a friend’s, I watched an empire ending
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| Heard it loud and long, the river’s song
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| Time marching on, to a mad man’s drum
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| Don’t forget what you’ve learned
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| All you give is returned
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| And if life seems absurd
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| What you need is some laughter
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| And a season to sleep
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| And a place to get clean
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| Maybe Los Angeles
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| Somewhere no one’s expecting
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| On a detox walk
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| Through a Glendale Park
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| Over sidewalk chalk
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| Some wrote in red, «start over»
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| So I muffle my scream
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| On an Oxnard beach
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| Full of fevered dreams that scare you sober
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| Into saltless dinners
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| Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth
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| Is it bitter or sweet all depends on your timing
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| Like a meeting of chance
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| With a train station glance
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| Many lifetimes have passed in a instant reminded
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| Of a millstone house in a seaside town
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| When your heart gave out in a mission bed
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| So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge
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| As you woke up purged as a wailing infant
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| In Krung Thep, Thailand
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| Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
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| It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow |