| Well there’s something missing, but they won’t drag the river
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| God sends his children out into the streets
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| You can dig all you want, but there’s no buried hatchets
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| Just bones on the table, burn holes in the seat
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| I feel weary in the weight of these days
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| I’ve been down with dogs, I’ve been low with toads
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| I’ve walked down the road, the old hermit won’t go
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| And I’ve felt the holy in infinite spaces
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| I read their names while they all hid their faces
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| I feel weary in the weight of these days
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| I feel weary in the weight of these days
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| Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
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| We’ll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
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| Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
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| Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
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| And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seam
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| One hand in the sky, one on the third rail
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| Your mind can’t be free if your soul is in jail
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| So long live the chains, set my iron free
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| Long live your king when he’s dead like me
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| I feel weary in the weight of these days
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| I feel weary in the weight of these days
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| Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
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| We’ll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
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| Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
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| Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
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| And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seam
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| Behind The Door, eye The Stone
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| Listen To The Voices that Won’t Leave You Alone
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| Climb Up The Vine that goes Straight To Your Mind
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| Get Lost In The Jungle of Your Own Space And Time
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| I feel lucky in the weight of these days
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| I feel lucky in the weight of these days
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| Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
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| We’ll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
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| Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
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| Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
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| And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seams |