| there was grown man dying from fright
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| so surprised by the things he’d say
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| with a giant fantasy life
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| running 'round on feet of clay
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| naked except for a perpetual debt
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| that couldn’t be stripped away
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| an unrightable wrong that moved him
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| along closer to division day
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| spent a long time living with that
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| never could give it a name
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| and when you don’t know what you’re
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| looking at it makes it much harder to take
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| mostly they’d meet when he was
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| asleep and have some sick exchange
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| that stuck him as wrong and moved him
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| along closer to division day
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| i can’t make an exception for a bad
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| connection that only goes one way
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| sell out for a song where i don’t belong
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| with you on division day
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| the moon stood up on the ridge
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| looking down where the water shines
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| and a man looking over the bridge
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| like he done so many times
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| thinking about how to stay out
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| out of troubles way and
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| flying to fall away from you all
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| it’s over division day
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| beautiful division day
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| thinking about how to stay out
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| out of troubles way
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| flying to fall away from you all
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| it’s over division day
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| beautiful division day |