| Forever sound
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| Whistle around the ring
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| Wetness on the lip
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| Like phantom weeping
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| Chemicals gave us time to tell, right?
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| This little creek
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| So «barren and bleak and dark»
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| Winding at the bend
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| It’s almost Heaven
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| All is wild, all is wonderful, right?
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| And state lines
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| With nothing to show, so long and slow
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| Stay just out of reach, just take us home
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| Forever sound
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| Whistle around the ring
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| Wetness on the lip
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| And the glass rim sings
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| Like the voice of who we’ll never meet
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| And our Heaven went astray
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| Drowned out like indigo
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| And you’re bitter wine that’s tasteless
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| Never came along with time
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| And state lines
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| With nothing to show, so long and slow
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| Stay just out of reach, just take us home
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| We’re the best, pretty good at waiting
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| But in the end, bodies for the taking
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| You were the best violent motivation
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| A valentine, still but somehow shaking
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| Potomac river secrets floating on along their way
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| Lost but somehow staying
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| And state lines
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| With nothing to show, so long and slow
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| Stay just out of reach, just take us home
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| These bed sheets
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| Like bodies all alone, never there at all
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| Old road just take us home |