| It’s always something isn’t it, always something,
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| Never the one thing that you’d grown use to.
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| So you rush to find that influence that will bridge the divide,
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| Nobody left you a guide your protection’s down, you’re open wide
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| Never mind, never mind, never mind
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| Don’t they say that’s always the way
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| You better learn to play, that’s always the way.
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| Hapless custodian of what’s too lovely to describe,
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| You better find someplace to hid,
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| What’s too precious to mention.
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| No you don’t know what to do with all that painful stuff you feel,
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| Sometimes forgotten but all to real,
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| When what’s concealed become revealed.
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| Never mind, never mind, never mind
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| Don’t they say that’s always the way
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| You better learn to pray, that’s always the way.
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| You never did learn to sit before,
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| And simply know the score,
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| Know the undertone,
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| Or to lay, or to lay, or to lay me down by the still waters.
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| Broken yet luminous
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| Like a thousand shards of light,
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| Or more numerous than the stars at night,
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| Waiting for some mystic union,
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| Oh yes it’s holy work, but is it too hard a road to hoe?
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| A prize, or a scary place to go?
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| To be discovered, or remained unknown.
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| Never mind, never mind, never mind
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| Don’t they say that’s always the way
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| Never mind, never mind, never mind
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| Don’t they say that’s always the way
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| You better learn to pray. |