| Mercy me, the night is long
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| Take my pen, to write you this song
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| Lord, is it harder to carry on
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| Or to know when you are done?
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| All my life, I’ve felt as though
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| I’m inside a beautiful memory
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| Replaying with the sound turned down low
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| Long-life, show your face
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| Slow-heart, curb your taste
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| Smoke me out of my hiding place
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| Long-life, state your case
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| What in the world are we waiting for?
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| Building glowing cities along the shore
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| Where the wind batters in, baiting my kin like a matador
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| So much value, placed upon
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| What lies just beyond our plans
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| Waving my handkerchief, running along till the end of the sand
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| Long-life, speak your name
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| I’m so tired of the guessing game
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| But, something is moving just out of frame
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| Slow-heart, brace and aim
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| Breaching slowly, across the sea
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| One mast flash like the stinger of a bee
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| To take you away a swarming fleet is gonna take you from me
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| The universe is getting loose
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| Sodden spread from some leaden disuse
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| Rushing, unhinged toward diminishing lights like a headless caboose
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| I’ll wait for you alongside the ocean
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| And make do with my no-skin
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| But then, long-life, will you let me in?
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| And then, slow-heart, are you gonna know him?
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| Long-life, speak your name
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| I wait, while I decry the wait
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| And when I die, may I relate
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| Slow-heart, congregate
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| To leave your home, and your family
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| For some distortion of property?
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| Well, darling, I can’t go but you may stay here with me |