| Through the gardens and fields ‘neath the tall green grass
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| You were walking ‘neath the moon while covering your tracks
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| Working your fingers down to the skin and stone
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| One hand on the hammer, one foot by the door
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| Pushed by the wind fed by the need for moving on
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| Moving on to nowhere
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| When division runs deep and down into the well
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| All the coins you dove after lost all their spell
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| Covered in moss walking for silver and blood
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| Out in the cafe, working in the grove
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| Guarding the port of the future you sold
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| Holding on, holding on to no one
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| Holding on, holding on to no one
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| One eye in the mirror, the other on the screen
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| Sewn in the pockets and down into the dream
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| Caught up in the mortar, bricks and heavy load
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| Wait in the shadows down the living road
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| Moving on, moving on to no one
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| Holding on, holding on to no one |