| Restless sleep,
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| I dreamed a dream,
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| The other night,
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| Where I rode the back,
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| Of this blackbird in flight,
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| Who took me down,
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| Just to see what I could sow.
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| Another light in this big city glow.
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| When I touched down,
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| I hardly recognized the place no more,
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| Cause now there were signs,
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| And they hung from every door.
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| One said «Please.»
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| One said «No.»
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| And one said «Sure.»
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| One said «Be careful boy,
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| You know it ain’t safe no more.»
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| One body breaks,
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| One bodys born,
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| One seam is sewn,
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| You know one seam is torn,
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| One person waits for a sign that’ll never come,
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| One person lives each day like it’s their last setting sun.
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| I met a man,
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| And he wore a diamond ring.
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| He said the path we take,
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| Well it can be a funny thing.
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| «Have you heard them trumpets sound.»
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| «Have you heard them angels sing.»
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| I cried «Dear Lord, won’t you spare me please.»
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| His face grew red,
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| And his voice, well it went higher.
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| «God damn you boy!»
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| «You're gunna be fodder for the fire!»
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| I clicked my heels as I lit up a cigarette,
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| And I cracked a smile and said,
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| «Try no to forget.»
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| One body breaks,
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| One bodys born,
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| One seam is sewn,
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| You know one seam is torn,
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| One person waits for a sign that’ll never come,
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| One person lives each day like it’s their last setting sun.
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| One body breaks,
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| One bodys born,
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| One seam is sewn,
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| You know one seam is torn,
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| One person waits for a sign that’ll never come,
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| One person lives each day like it’s their last setting sun. |