| And we are standing at the funeral pyre
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| Where their ashes are burning
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| And we are waiting at the rocks piled high
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| ‘Round the tombstones of reason
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| There are things in the world that are bigger than a man
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| Like a man and his wife who just couldn’t understand
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| Why I stabbed him in the back, before she felt the back of his hand
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| There are things in a life that are bigger than the world
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| Like the day-to-day battle ‘tween a boy and a girl
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| And the gun in her hand I left with a bottle of pills
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| Pray back the tide that rolls
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| Water over rock will take its toll
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| There are things in a life that bigger than us all
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| Like the gunned down victims in my school house hall
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| The youngest of them all, she stood but three feet tall
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| There things for us that are bigger than them
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| Like the lives and the courage of their women and their men
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| And the weapons I made, to sacrifice one for ten
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| Pray back the tide that rolls
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| Water over rock will take my soul
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| There are things for them that are bigger than us
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| Like the life of a friend and her wheels on a bus
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| And the pain in her hands coin in god we trust
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| Pray back the tide that rolls
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| Water over rock will take its toll |