| With the sun on my right side and the moon in my breast
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| I’ve been taking my pennies from the rich and the blessed
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| And they expect all their soldiers to parade what they’ve won
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| Then to march back to heaven or where ever they come from
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| If I ever live alone again I would live in the pines
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| For I’d remember the future and I’d leave it behind
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| And in the new fallen snow I’d make angels in men
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| To create a snow heaven and believe in it again
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| And oh every moment isn’t clear
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| Sometimes I feel I’ve been there before
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| And oh how some moments grow into patterns
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| And puzzles and lifestyles and schemes
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| With so little difference in nightmares and dreams
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| And oh how some moments glow
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| With the sun in my eyes and the moon in the rest
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| Let the northern star guide me to the place I love best
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| Where I’ll put on my old coat and I button my eyes
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| And I’ll weave my reflection in the tears that I’ve cried
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| I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
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| Ain’t got no home in this world anymore
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| Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door
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| Ain’t got no home in this world anymore |