| In the great expanse we find ourselves transfixed upon a one and only,
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| one and only chance
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| That we may live within a space, at our own place exist between a song and,
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| a song and a dance
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| But as we suffer slings and arrows that it brings, these broken lives will
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| never cease to sing
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| And our discordant rants and heedless chants go rattling on oh, rattling
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| through the night
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| There’s a life for the take, though not for the faint
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| The roots of which go far down through the soil
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| And by breaking the soft earth and digging down in the dirt
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| Our rolling dream is sure to never spoil
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| Crossing lines drawn in sand, borders fain and bland like the phases of a
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| crying newborn’s song
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| Starcrossed and bleary, rough and tumble weary, onward by the lamplight through
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| the fog
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| Come one, come all, we’ll watch the fences fall to the rhythm of our dancing
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| heart’s desires
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| The muffled thrums of kingdom come then swirl into a chorus, the sun will rise,
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| behold the dawn before us
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| There is a life for the take, but not for the faint
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| The roots of which go far down through the soil
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| And by breaking the soft earth, and digging down in the dirt
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| Our rolling dreams are sure to never spoil
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| Our rolling dreams are sure to never spoil
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| Our rolling dreams are sure to never spoil |