| Green world, lovely chloroform
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| Front porch in the thunderstorm
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| Controlled chaos, confused energy
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| Stop reading the weather charts
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| Stop counting the playing cards
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| There’s no system, there’s no guarantees
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| That the love you feel and carry inside can be passed
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| But you try, I know you do, you still talk to your plants
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| Ask, how are you getting on alone
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| Some wander the wilderness
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| Some drink cosmopolitans
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| Some cull science, some glean astral planes
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| I can’t tell where the canvas stops
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| Homesick as an astronaut
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| Just keep drifting, but still can’t explain
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| How the love we feel we carry inside can be passed
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| See a brother in the gutter, you reach out your hand
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| Ask, how are you getting on alone
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| What guage measures miracles
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| And whose heartbeat’s electrical
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| We feign sickness with our modern joy
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| But even Western medicine
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| It couldn’t save Danny Callahan
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| Bad bone marrow, a bald little boy
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| But the love he feels he carries inside can be passed
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| He lay still, his mother kissed him goodbye
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| Said, come back, where are you going to alone
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| Where are you going all alone? |