| If I tell you a lie, then I’ll tell you the truth
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| I’m gonna travel down with a brilliant moon
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| Gonna make my way, it’s becoming gray
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| It wants to be a child anyway
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| So we travel through the crowd
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| Shook hands, took a bow
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| We travel through the crowd
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| Made our way
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| We took our hands, went to the beach
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| Made homes out of cardboard sheets
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| We saw this love, we had it tough
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| But I had nothing to do with it
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| Nothing to do with it
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| I had nothing to do with it
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| Nothing to do with it
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| If I lose this bay, I’ll be the bones
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| If I lose this bay, I’ll be the bones
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| If I lose this bay, I’ll be the bones
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| I’ll never be this bold again
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| Saw a man, saw what he took
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| It was a stack of books and a rusty hook
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| Asked what he’d learned, where he’d been
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| He said he’d traveled to and from every land
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| Saw a million things, shook a million hands
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| But was breaking bread with an old friend
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| When he saw it in his eyes
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| Had nothing to do with it
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| Nothing to do with it
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| Had nothing to do with it
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| Nothing to do with it
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| If I lose this bay, I’ll be the bones
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| If I lose this bay, I’ll be the bones
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| If I lose this bay, I’ll be the bones
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| I’ll never be this bold again
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| Inevitable and I
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| Inevitable and I
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| This is something I have never seen before
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| Some kind of secret door
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| There’s a man waiting
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| He keeps the men waiting |