| Could have been the tearing sky
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| Could have been the howling moon
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| Could have been the slinging stone
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| If I’d been a sharpening bone
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| But I never stayed to see
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| Now it’s gone behind for me
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| And in exchange for a tear
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| I’ll be on my way from here
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| Could have been the blinding road
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| Could have been the aching bed
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| Could have been a warring kiss
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| If I’d been a clenching fist
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| But I never stayed for long
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| Soon as it comes it’s gone
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| And in exchange for a tear
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| I’ll be on my way from here
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| Made of sorrow made of pain
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| Child tomorrow child again
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| Could have been the twisting tracks
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| Could have been the falling axe
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| Could have been the slowing train
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| Could have been the diving rain
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| Could have been the grinding wheel
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| If I’d been a closing deal
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| Now I’ll be the first to go
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| But I’ll be the last to know… |