| My body was sleeping
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| While my poor mind was dreaming
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| When they woke me up
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| I didn’t know that I’d been screaming
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| And my old heart was pounding
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| For the devil had found me
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| Trapped me in a corner
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| Of my mind
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| And my legs were both shaking
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| From the pain they’d been taking
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| Picked my body up
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| And aimed for home
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| But these boots have seen better
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| Can’t make sense of this weather
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| Rolling over me
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| Up in the sky
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| But I was warm like a fire
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| For I was full of desire
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| To hold on
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| To not let go
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| Thought of friends, thought of family
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| And all who surround me
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| Those enemies I danced with, so long ago
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| Let them know
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| If you find water
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| Please call my name
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| Put me out like a fire
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| Cover me in rain
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| Thought of stars and the planets
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| Wondered how they could have planned this
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| And what were they thinking
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| How could they have known?
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| I felt small but full of pride
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| I felt tall for my size
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| My eyes were black
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| And fixed on the night
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| And your name just hung
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| From a song I had sung
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| There in the air
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| Suspended by beauty
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| There are words that get spoken
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| Oh, and lives they leave broken
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| Some stone breaks in half
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| And some stone shatters
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| But my speech had been fleeting
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| Like the company I’d been keeping
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| I never asked for their names
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| They never asked for mine
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| Just a polluted highway
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| Or a clouded skyway
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| I’m a mess, I confess
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| Now send me the maid
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| If you find water
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| Please call my name
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| Put me out like a fire
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| Cover me in rain
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| Thought of stages with their singers
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| Oh, and painters with their fingers
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| I was strong like a horse
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| In carrying my song
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| To drop it off in some stable
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| When I was young I was able
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| To never turn around
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| To never look behind
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| To grow old, to grow distant
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| Like a mare in the distance
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| Bothering no one, so let her live
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| Until she dies
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| Picture lilies, picture willows
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| And a wide open window
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| To a room with a view
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| And both of us laughing
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| Just children, so young
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| Oh, at least, in the scheme
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| With our hair still there
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| And you keep my teeth clean
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| I sing, «Who is my creator?»
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| Not my mother, nor my father
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| But before the universe burst
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| Wide on open
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| If you find water
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| Please call my name
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| Put me out like a fire
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| Cover me in rain
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| And if you find water
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| Won’t you call my name?
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| Put me out like a fire
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| Cover me in rain |