| The evenin' light still pale
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| I went out to the mail
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| My movements like a snail
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| Apologies from a friend
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| I’m spread out so thin
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| It’s time to start again
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| Ya, greetings from the walking wounded
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| Did you just see what the moon did?
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| Maybe my eyes are playin' tricks on me
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| Ya, went away but I’m not forgettin'
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| Far enough from Armageddon
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| Maybe, maybe only I can see
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| So what are you dyin' for?
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| The place ain’t there no more
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| It’s been gutted to the core
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| So take your tragedies
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| And send them off to me
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| With your apologies
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| Ya, greetings from the walking wounded
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| Did you just see what the moon did?
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| Maybe my eyes are playin' tricks on me
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| Ya, went away but I’m not forgettin'
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| Far enough from Armageddon
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| Maybe, maybe only I can see
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| Maybe it’s somethin' only I can see
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| Maybe only I can see
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| Maybe it’s somethin' only I can see
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| Maybe only I can see
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Greetings from the walking wounded
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| Did you just see what the moon did?
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| Maybe my eyes are playin' tricks on me
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| Ya, went away but I’m not forgettin'
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| Far enough from Armageddon
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| Maybe, maybe only I can see
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Maybe only I can see
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| Only I can see, yeah, ya
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| Maybe only I can see
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| Only I can see, yeah, ya
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| Maybe only I can see |