| Son, lift your head up, it’s gaining, it’s going somewhere
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| Son, shift your halo, it’s feigning, it’s pulling your hair
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| Before the roots grew tight around the offers of your love
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| Before you lay your body on the thoughts you’re thinking of
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| Hold your memory up to the light
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| Memory up to the light
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| Memory up to the light
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| Memory up to the light
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| There was a morning, a wedding, a drawing of you
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| (Be there all the time, be there all the time)
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| There was a dying, beheading, the ash of the ruse
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| (Be there all the time, be there all the time)
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| Before you move so quickly as to chalk yourself undone
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| Before you fill your belly with the stories that you’ve spun
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| Hold your memory up to the light
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| Memory up to the light
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| Memory up to the light
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| Memory up to the light
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| Hold your memory up to the light
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| Memory up to the light
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| Memory up to the light
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| Memory up to the light
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| And when you glow like the day
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| When you float like the rain in summer
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| You cannot say
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| That you never have tasted glory
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| And when you glow like the day
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| When you float like the rain in summer
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| You cannot say
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| That you never have tasted glory |