| When your working is done
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| And you have nothing left to lose
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| Why don’t you just roll away
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| That stone that’s locked you up?
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| When your pattern is full
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| And it feels like there’s no place to land
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| When will you all run out of gas?
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| Yeah, it happened so fast
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| Leaving town for sell to pal
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| I recall only nights that we built
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| With our hands and feet, making peace
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| With the voice in our head
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| That ghost just stop
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| Won’t lie dead, it just bleeds
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| Let the prophet rebound
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| Let his riddle rub on to my pride
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| I’m just to hollow inside
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| Let it echo in time just to get it
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| Through my head and mouth
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| Through the gorgeous light of the sun
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| And which I could never outrun
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| Even if my perdition were just in front
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| The sun’s got my shine
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| The sun’s got my pride
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| I could run but I’d never
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| Live without your light
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| The sun’s got my shine
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| The sun’s got my pride
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| I could run but I’d never
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| Live without your light
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| Live without your light
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| Live without your light
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| Live without your light
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| When your working is done
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| And you’ve got nothing left to lose
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| Why don’t you just roll away
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| That stone that’s locked you up in your blues? |