| It’s the overwhelming politics that abound
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| This relationship of ours like ticks on a hound
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| Break bread with the heathen brother of mine
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| And leave me alone hanging out to dry
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| When I need to feel cleansed by the distant holy water
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| Sitting high and out of reach atop the alter
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| Where my unclean hands aren’t worth the time
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| Of the almighty, the righteous, the pure and divine
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| I can never forget the words she said
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| They haunt my memories and keep me in my head
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| The thought of summer day, June 17th
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| When I wanted to end it all and start over clean
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| A warm home never warmed my bones
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| A grown man weeps like a child lost at sea
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| But I found a boat and I’m getting that shore leave
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| A warm home never warmed my bones
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| Oh how my tired eyes long to see, the love I saw in an everlasting fantasy
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| Control of life is a lie that exists
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| Amongst the ones that control these bullshit politics
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| I see no reason not to let go of my burdens
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| When everything around me is seemingly always burnin'
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| I hope that one day I’ll be free of my pain
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| Glowing bright amidst a midsummers rain
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| Give me peace in a world that’s always in pieces
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| I’m still beaming with love even if it always misses
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| (Love exists in all of us, see the light shine through the dust) 2x
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| A warm home never warmed my bones
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| A grown man weeps like a child lost at sea
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| But I found a boat and I’m getting that shore leave
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| A warm home never warmed my bones
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| Oh how my tired eyes long to see, the love I saw in an everlasting fantasy
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| So Take me out to the middle
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| Where I’m alive with only the moon
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| Where I’m a cannibal and life is simple life is simple
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| I can’t be found I’ll never be found
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| A warm home never warmed my bones
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| A grown man weeps like a child lost at sea
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| But I found a boat and I’m getting that shore leave
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| A warm home never warmed my bones
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| Oh how my tired eyes long to see, the love I saw in an everlasting fantasy |