| I found the garden gate unlocked so I went in
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| And picked the perfect spot where I could bury my youth
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| But hounds of love and hounds of war
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| Hounds galore
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| Those hoary hounds were pouncing
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| Each with waxy wooden tooths
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| Remember when it dawned on you
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| The day that you knew that
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| You could live forever and still never make a masterpiece
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| To shut those pups up in the least
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| But everybody knows
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| That’s the way it goes
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| Even if you die on the ocean
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| Every Wednesday afternoon
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| Me and you bleeding on the newspaper classifieds
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| Dragging out the drinking down for high school kids who
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| Died out on the highway in the middle of the night
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| Sing a song that means you love
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| Everyone who’s ever come within the sound
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| Of any of your cloudy words
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| But get your song together first
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| Save it 'til you’re sure
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| Hang it on the door
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| Sing it from the top of the mountain
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| 'Til everybody knows
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| Exactly how it goes
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| Even if you die on the ocean
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| Even when you die on the ocean
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| Children screaming speeches into microscopic tape recorders
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| Wired to the mire of the moat
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| And I was still at odds with several thousand nonbelievers
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| Both above and below
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| Smoking silhouettes outside the school with all the cymbalists
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| The simplest way I knew to go
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| And we could talk ourselves into the dreary deeps
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| Before we realized there was a hole in the boat
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| And everybody’s answer to the world
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| Was «We should start another world!»
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| And I said, «What do you propose? |
| Because you know
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| The world that we’ve got going now has to be
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| The hardest place I’ve ever been
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| It’s got me shrinking in my skin, but then again, I guess
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| That everybody knows
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| That’s just the way it goes.»
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| Even if you die on the ocean
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| There’s just so many crowns
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| And everybody drowns
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| Everybody dies on the ocean |