| Sum up, the songbirds sound like they are hopeful
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| Although there’s a cloud and a cloak on the mountain slope
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| Black as the black of all the clothes I own
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| Black as the ashes of a city sects
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| The journey wasn’t as easy as I’ve known
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| But were I able, you know I journey home
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| Sitting up at a distance from the glitter
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| The city just looks like piles and piles of bricks
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| Looking the wrong way down a telescope
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| Looks like a long way down to where I’m going
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| All my reputation had to go
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| But as you know I never really missed it
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| Remember, I remember playing hide-and-seek
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| Now all I know is how to up-and-run
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| I’ve asked myself that question every hour of every week
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| And it’s only answered when I’ve found some sleep
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| I’ve thought I’ve seen them in a crowd of people
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| From behind they look so close
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| Looking the wrong way down a telescope
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| Looks like a long way down to where I’m going
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| The blood keeps running down when I can dream
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| My torches never bore of haunting me
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| Their faces as I tried to explain things
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| The sun is going down over the town
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| The wind that started talking about rain
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| I wish the rain would wash away the blood
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| Looking the wrong way down a telescope
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| Looks like a long way down to where I’m going
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| Looking the wrong way down a telescope
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| Looks like a long way down to where I’m going |