| I am here to announce the journey
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| (You are here)
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| To call it blessed
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| (We are here)
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| We are here to return to our mother
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| And journey west
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| My mind is on the tracks, my friend
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| My trumpet’s blown its course
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| And heaven forgive, I’m headed west
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| It’s the way of the sun and the source
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| I’ve drummed from bounty’s brimming cup
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| I’ve supped the luck I’m due
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| And with timeliness and fire afoot
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| Go ask my marching crew
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| Go ask for John and ask for Krishna
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| Ask for all the saints
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| Wade me through the water, mama
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| Brush me with the paint
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| (I am here)
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| I am here to announce the journey
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| (You are here)
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| To call it blessed
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| (We are here)
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| We are here to return to our mother
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| And journey west
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| I’m none of all that’s made
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| And yet I know it as myself
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| For there’s a bright side of the moon
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| That isn’t anything of wealth
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| Until we know it as the sun
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| Upon the void that we might sense
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| Each time the tide begins to turn it up
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| To push us off the fence of cruel indifference
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| Apathetic in the closets of our souls
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| With locks to open
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| Molds to break
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| All with the key of fol-de-rol
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| (I am here)
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| I am here to announce the journey
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| (You are here)
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| To call it blessed
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| (We are here)
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| We are here to return to our mother
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| And journey west
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| I’m heading west, it’s just a song
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| I’m heading west, it’s only life
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| I’m heading west, it’s what’s not wrong
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| I’m heading west, it’s only right
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| I’m heading west, it’s just a song
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| I’m heading west, it’s only life
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| I’m heading west, it’s what’s not wrong
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| I’m heading west, it’s only right
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| (I am here)
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| I am here to announce the journey
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| (You are here)
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| To call it blessed
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| (We are here)
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| We are here to return to our mother
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| And journey west |