| Now the changes come on quicker than the speed of thought
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| Our will be done
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| We stare and wonder at the palaces of glass and steel
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| Waiting for the rains to come
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| But I’m stoned, fired and full of grace
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| Everything will be forgiven
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| The further on we go
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| Stoned, fired and full of grace
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| Here in the breath of heaven
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| Left for dead on the side of the road
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| Across these wasted lands I’ve dug for silver and gold
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| But no trace was ever found
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| I’d always thought that there was something different on the other side
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| Before the wall came down
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| But I’m stoned, fired and full of grace
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| Everything will be forgiven
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| The further on we go
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| Stoned, fired and full of grace
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| Here in the breath of heaven
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| Left for dead on the side of the road
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| The earth and wine and blood are drying now
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| After the burning of the day
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| We were singing songs about death and love and love and death
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| And what else is there anyway
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| But I’m stoned, fired and full of grace
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| Everything will be forgiven
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| The further on we go
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| Stoned, fired and full of grace
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| Here in the breath of heaven
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| Left for dead on the side of the road |