| Birds are the omens of mornin'
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| The silent brick buildings asleep standin' up
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| My restless mind comes without warnin'
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| As I drink down the water of a half empty cup
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| I’ll kiss the ground where I’m goin'
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| Where rainy steel beacons are kissin' the sky
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| I find my bliss without knowin'
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| But if I wasn’t hurtin' I wouldn’t ask why
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| We laid them down in the ground
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| I held back the rivers that flood in my eyes
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| And I prayed no ghost would be found
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| But I talked to the tombstones and I talked to the sky
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| Some day I’ll make for the ocean
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| Across the dead desert to the bright golden coast
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| I’m livin' my life on the notion
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| That ambition brings breakfast and butters our toast
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| Somebody shut down the furnace
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| So I pleaded with the train tracks and the fire escapes
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| Sell me a tall tale in earnest
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| Or else close the curtains and lower the drapes
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| We laid them down in the ground
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| I held back the rivers that flood in my eyes
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| And I prayed no ghost would be found
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| But I talked to the tombstones and I talked to the sky
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| Nothin' I own is worth takin'
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| Up to the legion with shackles and stars
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| I’m tired of fightin' and fakin'
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| Too tired to follow processions of cars
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| You told me to not put my faith in
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| A phase of my life that’s almost been closed
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| Well I hope that another door opens
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| Until then I’ll try to keep myself composed
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| We laid them down in the ground
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| I held back the rivers that flood in my eyes
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| And I prayed no ghost would be found
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| But I talked to the tombstones and I talked to the sky |