| And in the evening when i come
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| You’ll hear the silence of my strum
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| The ringing of the thundery drums
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| When love forgives from up above
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| The thirsty person who knows not
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| The shimmer of a brow that’s fraught
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| We have been blessed with certain thoughts
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| And speak with very little talk
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| And in the darkness we will walk
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| Until the day does make us stop
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| We’ll check the belly of the sun
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| To know exactly where we’re from
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| And in the evening when i come
|
| You’ll hear the silence of my strum
|
| The ringing of the thundery drums
|
| When love forgives from up above
|
| The thirsty person who knows not
|
| The shimmer of a brow that’s fraught
|
| We have been blessed with certain thoughts
|
| And speak with very little talk
|
| And in the darkness we will walk
|
| Until the day does make us stop
|
| We’ll check the belly of the sun
|
| To know exactly where we’re from
|
| To know exactly where we’re from
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| To know exactly where we’re from |