| I’ve walked the distance, I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real,
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| held no appeal
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| I’ve been to places, I’ve seen the tidings,
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| I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
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| And so I came to gaze upon the stars, when they were yet unborn
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| And consequently, tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn
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| So when I’m crying alone
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| Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone
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| Grow me a garden of roses
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| Paint me the colors of sky and rain
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| Teach me to speak with their voices
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| Show me the way and I’ll try again
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| I’ve heard the rumors, started fires, I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps
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| for what I need,
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| behold the demons that I freed
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| I’ve tried my best at wearing the hard hat, but healing doesn’t seem to happen
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| when you hide away
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| the seed
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| And so I came across the medicine man, and he showed me what I’d forlorn
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| For if I’m stayed it happens by my own hand, and my own voice full of scorn
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| So when I’m crying alone
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| Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone
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| Grow me a garden of roses
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| Paint me the colors of sky and rain
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| Teach me to speak with their voices
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| Show me the way and I’ll try again
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| Without you I’m nothing at all
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| And life has the face of a morbid game
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| With you nothing seems impossible
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| It all seems to fit the frame
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| So when I’m crying alone
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| Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone
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| Grow me a garden of roses
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| Paint me the colors of sky and rain
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| Teach me to speak with their voices
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| Show me the way and I’ll try again |