| Earth is like a church without a preacher
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| The people have to pray for themselves
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| Animals and birds cannot help them
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| Trees and plants have nothing new to say
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| Planets are just bumbles, floating carelessly
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| Streets lined up with boxes, so it seems
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| Lined up there forever by their buildings
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| Standing in the way of children’s dreams
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| So I made my way down this highway
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| Stopping now to rest and then to eat
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| Trying not to damage that that’s in my way
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| Lookin' for a way to be complete
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| That’s how it ends in the beginning
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| That’s how I plan to say goodbye
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| Leavin' bells just as they were ringing
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| I’m not trying to make something die
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| My friend Al got the message
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| Sent it down that street with the boxes on
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| Lined up there forever, filled with thinkers
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| Working on solutions here and gone
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| I really want to make a difference
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| Trying now to help him with the work
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| Originating in the heart of something
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| Worth keeping in the soul when it gets hurt
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| As we keep on building roads of boxes
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| To think inside of what we will
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| With increasing distance from the foxes
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| From the wolves and whip-poor-wills
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| And from the crows
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| And all the sea creatures
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| Mermaids and the galleons of war
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| Crossing over onto waves of fortunes
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| To finally crash upon the shore
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| Upon the shore
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| Upon the shore
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| On the shore
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| On the shore
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| On the shore
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| Rescued there by primitive tribesman
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| Living in round triangles forevermore
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| Never ever in a straight line
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| And always on the road to Heaven’s door
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| Will the clouds and the rains come in torrents
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| And will the winds blow forever
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| On the shore
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| Over the dry land between the castles
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| Or the herds of horses grazing on the clover
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| Earth is like a church without a preacher
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| Without a preacher
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| Earth is like a church without a preacher
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| Without a preacher
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| Earth is like a church
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| Earth is like a church
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| Earth is like a church |