| May your eyes be wide and seeing*
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| May your learn from the view where you’re kneeling
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| Know the fear of the world that you’re feeling
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| Is the fear of a slave
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| May you know how the fire was started
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| Want as much for the snake as the garden
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| Wear them both like a glove
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| That you can wave
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| May your mouth betray your wisdom
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| May you get what they fail to mention
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| May your love be your only religion
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| Preach it to us all
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| May you lose what you offer gladly
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| May you worship the time and it’s passing
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| Stars won’t ever wait for you
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| To watch them fall
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| We’re the smoke on a burnt horizon
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| We’re a boat on a tide that’s rising
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| Both the post and the pig you’re untying
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| Butcher gone for the blade
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| Someday we may all be happy
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| Someday all make a face worth slapping
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| Someday we may be shocked to be laughing
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| At the way you behave
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| may your hands be strong and willing
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| may you know when to speak and to listen
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| may you find every friend that you’re missing
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| there’s no check in the mail
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| may you end up bruised and purple
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| know the pieces the shape of a circle
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| round and round you go
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| biting your tail
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| we’re the journey and the wind is whipping
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| short hands on the clock still ticking
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| both the egg and the red fox grinning
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| his belly full for the day
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| someday we may all want nothing
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| and all together we’ll get whats coming
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| someday all say the world was something
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| that we just couldnt change
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| may your tongue be soft and wicked
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| know your part in the calf and the killing
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| see straight through the captain you’re kissing
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| helm lose in his hand
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| may your words be well worth stealing
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| put your hand on your heart while singing
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| choirs sick of the song
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| but they still gotta stand |