| You walked out alone, up before the sun;
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| out of the house as the stars shut you off.
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| that old moon’s still a half open eye…
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| half-concerned with the streets that you slip down,
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| with the fact that you been lost more than you been found.
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| As you walk your boots make a loud sound
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| that ruins the quiet of this town.
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| She set out to crush you.
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| Sorrow set out to crush you down,
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| but she missed you somehow.
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| With nowhere to go but through miles of sun,
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| bones of thoughts life puts flesh on.
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| You feel weaker than a spiderweb in the rain.
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| Down the street they’re tearing the church to the ground.
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| New Orleans is washing her sidewalks down.
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| You had to get lost in that big old town
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| before you could finally be found.
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| Set set out to crush you.
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| Sorrow set out to crush you down,
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| but she missed you somehow. |