| August 28th and the rain slid in, like a brooding lullaby
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| The barn behind the school burned down and the cat got the bird
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| The whole town watched a man jump from the fifth story roof
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| I think the whole world needs a shoeshine
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| I think we’re all a living proof (so the story goes)
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| Some days it’s a present that you open
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| Some days it’s a box full of nails
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| Some times you think you spend your whole life
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| Just counting grains of sand
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| With some blood on your cuff and some dust in your eye
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| And some train station love
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| We’ve been, we’ve been out there fighting the good fight
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| Where have you been
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| Where have you been?
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| Saddle up for the carneval ride, bring the celebration home
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| I’ve got a coffee cup full of whiskey
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| You’ve got a broken violin
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| Marie knit a scarf for the dogwood tree that looked cold all winter long
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| And the old man smiled at the pigeon that stole his last piece of bread
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| Hallelujah we’re all flying home on the backs of the leaving swans
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| We’ve got our hats tipped to Camelot
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| We’ve got a long long way to go
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| Yeah we’ve got a long long way to go
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| Saddle up for the carneval ride, bring the celebration home
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| I’ve got a coffee cup full of whiskey
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| You’ve got a broken violin
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| Saddle up for the carneval ride, bring the celebration home
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| We’ve been out there fighting the good fight
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| Where have you been
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| Lord, where have you been? |