| On the last breeze of summer as the dusk comes down
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| I’m sittin on my roof and checkin' for the clan
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| a whistle from the street look down upon Mr C
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| He says he’s bound West accompained by me
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| I tell him I’m static and I’ll see yer later
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| He’s on his way an urban navigator
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| Night starts droppin' but I don’t see no stars
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| Moon lives on a promise and the smell of the cars
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| Listen for the silence but i just hear a noise
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| follow the darkness deppe into the night
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| but not a man can see so i snatch a funky flight
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| like the autumn lraves directed by the wind
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| fallen from tree so it must have meant i sinned
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| following the river deep into the hills
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| don’t delay for nothing as you know time kills
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| Tomorrow started shouting
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| don’t you turn around
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| problems they ain’t hiding
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| and solutions they can’t be found (rpt)
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| On the first winter wind a mind floats heaven sent
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| looking down now upon the roof and the tenement
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| mother is watching with a borrowed pair of eyes
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| the eagles they’re protecting us in the Western skies!
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| Mankind distress by his own hand
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| the dust of deceit is blowing through the land
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| untought thoughts and unsaid words
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| the people feel safer if they’re traveling in herds
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| action speaks louder you set light the powder
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| another year older and your child is getting bloder
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| reliance on a science that needs our compliance
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| but that’s no way to live your day
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| who can we trust if we can’t trust ourself
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| contradiction eating up all the nation health
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| dark rain dropping out the western skies
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| dry tear a droppin' out the baby’s eyes |