| I cannot say that I know you well
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| But you can’t lie to me with all these books that you sell
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| I’m not trying to follow you to the end of the world
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| I’m just trying to leave something behind
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| Words have come from men and mouths
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| But I can’t help thinking that I’ve heard the wrong crowd
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| When all the water is gone my job will be too
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| And I’m trying to leave something behind
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| Oh money is free but love costs more than our bread
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| And the ceiling is hard to reach
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| Oh the future ahead is broken and red
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| But I’m trying to leave something behind
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| This whole world is a foreign land
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| We swallow the moon but we don’t know our own hand
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| We’re running with the case but we ain’t got the gold
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| Yet we’re trying to leave something behind
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| My friends I believe we are at the wrong fight
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| And I cannot read what I did not write
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| I’ve been to His house, but the master is gone
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| But I’d like to leave something behind
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| There is a beast who has taken my brain
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| You can put me to bed but you can’t feel my pain
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| When the machine has taken the soul from the man
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| It’s time to leave something behind
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| Oh money is free but love costs more than our bread
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| And the ceiling is hard to reach
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| Oh the future ahead is already dead
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| So I’m trying to leave something behind
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| I got this feeling that I’m still at the shore
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| And pockets don’t know what it means to be poor
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| I can get through the wall if you give me a door
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| So I can leave something behind
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| Oh wisdom is lost in the trees somewhere
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| You’re not going to find it in some mental gray hair
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| It’s locked up from those who hurry ahead
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| And it’s time to leave something behind
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| Oh money is free but love costs more than our bread
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| And the ceiling is hard to reach
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| When my son is a man he will know what I meant
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| I was just trying to leave something behind
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| I was just trying to leave something behind |