| Hold up a picture of a highway and a picture of a home
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| And a picture of some money and a picture of some bones all together All in a row
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| Out of all those pictures you’ll only notice one
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| But it’s really not important no it’s no more than a fortune it just shows
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| What doors are open
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| If you looking at the home then your feet are scared
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| Looking at the road then you’re going to feel restless for awhile, for awhile,
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| yeah awhile
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| If you’re looking at the money then you benefit from the army
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| Looking at the bones then you’ve got some saintly reasons in your eyes,
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| yeah in your eyes, in your eyes…
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| Chorus: This is the song, this is the song, the song of 4 holy photos
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| You can never look into your own eyes it’s the second closest you’ll get.
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| There’s a settlement of foreigners in a land that they can’t see
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| Where the birds are always singing and the water runs clean but all
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| These things
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| Told them nothing. |
| There’s a make shift church and
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| There’s a hand that pulls a rope
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| And the rope swings the bells and they ring into the trees and make an echo
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| And it never stops
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| So I hung up those pictures in that foreigners place
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| Where the mood was a little nervous but they thought they had a reason enough
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| to stay
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| So they stayed.
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| And no one when they looked could even see the bones at all
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| The leaders took the money and the others took the call of the road,
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| yes and the home, and no one argued
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| But there was one of them who did and he spoke of what he say
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| It ruined his reputation he was labeled as a misfit yeah you know,
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| that’s just what saint’s, get sometimes…
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| Back to Chorus |