| I became a thin, blue flame
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| Polished on a mountain range
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| Over hills and fields, I flew
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| Wrapped up in a royal blue
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| I flew over Royal City last night
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| Bullfighter on the horns of a new moonlight
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| Caesar’s ghost, I saw the wartime tides
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| The prince of Denmark’s father still and quiet
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| The whole world was looking to get drowned
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| Trees were a fist shaking themselves at the clouds
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| I looked over curtains, oh, it’s then that I knew
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| That only a full house gonna make it through
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| I became a thin, blue wire
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| That held the world above the fire
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| So it was I saw behind
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| Heaven’s just a thin, blue line
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| If God’s up there, he’s in a cold, dark room
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| The heavenly host are just the cold, dark moons
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| He bent down and made the world in seven days
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| And ever since he’s been a-walking away
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| Mixing with nitrogen in lonely holes
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| Where neither seraphim or raindrops go
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| I see an old man wandering the halls alone
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| But only a full house gonna make a home
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| And I became a thin, blue stream
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| The smoke between asleep and dreams
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| And in that clear, blue undertow
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| Saw Royal City far below
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| Borders soft with refugees
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| Streets a-swimming with amputees
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| It’s a Bible or a bullet they put over your heart
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| It’s getting harder and harder to tell them apart
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| The days are nights and the nights are long
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| Beating hearts blossom into walking bombs
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| And those still looking in the clear, blue sky for a sign
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| Get missiles from so high they might as well be divine
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| And now the dogs are howling at your door
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| Singing about vengeance like it’s the joy of the lord
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| Bringing justice to the enemies, not the other way 'round
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| They’re guilty where killed and they’re killed where they’re found
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| If what’s loosed on earth will be loosed up on high
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| It’s a hell of a heaven we must go to when we die
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| Where even Laurel begs Hardy for vengeance, please
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| The fat man’s crying on his hands and his knees
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| Back in the peacetime, he caught roses on the stage
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| Now, he twists indecision, takes bourbon for rage
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| Lead pellets peppering aluminum
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| Halcyon, laudanum and opium
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| He sings kiss thee Hardy, this poisoned cup
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| His winding sheet is busy winding up
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| In darkness, he looks for the lights that have died
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| You need faith for the same reasons that it’s so hard to find
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| And this whole thing is headed for a terrible wreck
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| And like good tragedy, that’s what we expect
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| At night, I make plans for a city laid down
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| Like the hips of a girl on the spring-covered ground
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| Spirals and capitals and the twists of a script
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| Streets named for heroes that could almost exist
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| Fruit trees from Eden and the gardens that seem
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| To float like the smoke from a lithium dream
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| Cedar trees growing in the cool of the squares
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| Young women walking in the portals of prayer
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| The future glass buildings and the past an address
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| The weddings in pollen and the wine bottomless
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| And all wrongs forgotten and all vengeance made right
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| The suffering verbs put to sleep in the night
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| The future descending like a bright chandelier
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| The world just beginning and the guests in good cheer
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| In Royal City, I fell into a trance
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| Cause it’s hell to believe there ain’t a hell of a chance
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| I woke beneath a clear, blue sky
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| The sun a shout, the breeze a sigh
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| The old hometown and the streets I knew
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| Wrapped up in a royal blue
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| I heard my friends laughing out across the fields
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| Girls in the gloaming and the birds on the wheel
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| The raw smell of horses and the warm smell of hay
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| Cicadas electric in the heat of the day
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| A run of Three Sisters and the flush of the land
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| And the lake was a diamond in the valley’s hand
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| The straight of the highway and the scattered out hearts
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| They were coming together, they were pulling apart
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| And angels everywhere were in my midst
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| In the ones that I loved, in the ones that I kissed
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| I wondered what it was I’d been looking for above
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| Heaven’s so big, there ain’t no need to look up
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| So I stopped looking for royal cities in the air
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| Only a full house gonna have a prayer
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| Only a full house
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| Only a full house |