| The fires continued through the night
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| The kid with a bat face appeared at the window then disappeared into the
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| headlights
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| I was halfway to the Pacific Coast
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| I had left you in your longing and your yearning like a ghost
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| There’s little room for wonder now, and little room for wildness too
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| We crawl into our wounds, I’m nearly all the way to Malibu
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| I’m gonna buy me a house up in the hills
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| With a tear-shaped pool and a gun that kills
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| Cause they say there is a cougar that roams these parts
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| With a terrible engine of wrath for a heart
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| That she is white and rare and full of all kinds of harm
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| And stalks the perimeter all day long
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| But at night lays trembling in my arms
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| And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
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| And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
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| And I’m just waiting now, for my place in the sun
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| And I’m just waiting now, for peace to come
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| And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
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| And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
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| And we hide in our wounds and I’m nearly all the way to Malibu
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| And I know my time will come one day soon
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| I’m waiting for peace to come
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| And I’m nearly all the way to Malibu
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| Oh babe we’re on the run, we’re on the run, we’re on the run
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| Halfway down the Pacific Coast
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| Well I left you sleeping like a ghost in your wounds
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| Darling your dreams are your greatest part
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| I carry them with me in my heart
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| Darling your dreams are your greatest part
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| I carry them with me in my heart
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| Somewhere, don’t know
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| Now I’m standing on the shore
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| All the animals roam the beaches
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| Sea creatures rise out of the sea
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| And I’m standing on the shore
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| Everyone begins to run
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| The kid drops his bucket and spade
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| And climbs into the sun
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| Kisa had a baby, but the baby died
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| Goes to the villagers, says «My baby’s sick!»
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| Villagers shake their heads and say to her
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| «Better bury your baby in the forest quick»
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| It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
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| It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
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| Kisa went to the mountain and asked the Buddha
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| «My baby’s sick!» |
| Buddha said, «Don't cry»
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| «Go to each house and collect a mustard seed
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| But only from a house where no one’s died»
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| Kisa went to each house in the village
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| «My baby’s getting sicker», poor Kisa cried
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| But Kisa never collected one mustard seed
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| Because every house, someone had died
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| Kisa sat down in the old village square
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| She hugged her baby and cried and cried
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| She said everybody is always losing somebody
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| Then walked into the forest and buried her child
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| Everybody’s losing someone
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| Everybody’s losing someone
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| It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
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| It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
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| And I’m just waiting now, for my time to come
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| And I’m just waiting now, for peace to come
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| For peace to come |