| Flash of the cold chill in the heart of a heat wave
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| Tension hangs thick enough to keep my crooked street paved
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| Haven’t worked in three nights/ ain’t slept for three days
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| There’s Freeway Jesus/ I wonder what would he say
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| Freeway Jesus, wonder what would he say
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| The price tag is prominent/ he’ll take whatever we pay
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| What’s behind the curtains/ uncertain but determined
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| To reveal the gears turning/ the machine behind the person
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| Pulled back the fabric/ head spun in a whirlwind
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| It was nothing but a white wall/ lightbulb and a serpent
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| Nothing but a white wall, lightbulb and a serpent
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| Nightfall despite y’all/ invite all the servants
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| Hello operator won’t you kindly call me Lazarus
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| Been dead a while now/ wonder what comes after this
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| Only see the light the few moments that the match is lit
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| I’ve heard about the other side/ this ain’t how I imagined it
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| Heard about the other side, this ain’t how I imagined it
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| Someone must’ve stole the best pages out the manuscript
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| Went down to the river/ to wade in the water
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| Wade in the water/ and come back to life
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| But when I got down/ got down to the river
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| Was nothing but puddles/ river ran dry
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| The faded photographs taped to the monolithic street posts
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| Remind us of the ghosts that we held dear but couldn’t keep close
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| And now they watch us blankly/ but each one at least hopes
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| If their picture fell we could still see 'em here like these folks (Repeat 3x)
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| For now we’ve got to let them rise and fly away like sweet smoke
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| The woman upstairs is giving birth inside the bathtub
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| She’s calling on her maker/ his hotline must be backed up
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| We knew there would be blood/ never guessed it would be that much
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| That’s the second time we lost our harvest to the flash flood
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| Lost all my faith but at least I never had much
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| Went down to the river/ to wade in the water
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| Wade in the water/ and come back to life
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| But when I got down/ got down to the river
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| Was nothing but puddles, the river ran dry
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| I only see the light the few moments that the match is lit
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| Heard about the other side/ this ain’t how I imagined it |