| I meant to ask you how to fix that car
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| I always meant to ask you about the war
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| And what you saw across the bridge too far
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| Did it leave a scar?
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| Or how you navigated rings of fire and steel
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| Up where Heaven had no more secrets to conceal
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| And still you found the ground beneath your wheels
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| How did it feel?
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| Bang the drum slowly
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| Lay the pipes lowly
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| In dust lead to air
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| In dust we begin
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| Bang the drum slowly
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| I speak of things holy
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| Above and below me
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| A world without end
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| I meant to ask you how in everything seemed lost
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| And your fate was game of dust they tossed
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| There was still that land that you would never cross
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| At any cost
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| I meant to ask you how you lived, what you believed
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| Had everything but your heart up your sleeve
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| And if you ever, ever really were deceived
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| My the likes of me
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| Gone, now, is the day that brought the Sun
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| There is peace tonight all over Arlington
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| That the song of my life will still be sung
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| By the light of the new year hum
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| I meant to ask you how to plow that field
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| Meant to bring you water from the well
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| And be the one beside you when you fell
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| How could you tell? |