| Moon it rises to break across the river and a moon-faced boy.
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| Would you write a speaking part for me,
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| A part that puts me somewhere between the elevated road and the water?
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| It don’t get better,
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| The hunger, even back in his arms,
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| No the water will get higher as fast as you run.
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| Charity think no evil and charity never faileth
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| Let me feed you with a song.
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| I’m out on the street with an open case and a mandolin and with every coin
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| I am born again.
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| Faith will return to you my friend.
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| Some days I feel like the end of mankind and some days the beginning,
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| Watching kids turn into lovers/believers
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| And it don’t get better,
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| The hunger, even back in his arms,
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| No the water will get higher the faster you run.
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| Sun it rises to shine across the wreckage of our broken bloody union.
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| Does it fill your gaps like it fills in mine?
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| The sunlight creeping cross the line to rest upon the site of our ruin
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| And if your mother doesn’t answer then give me a call
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| Here’s my number 854−4784. |