| Thought that I could come to Columbus
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| 'Twas a ship with voided sails
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| There seemed a cavalier independence
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| In the way that they told their tales
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| About the riots kin to muted thunder
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| And the bloodfall of useless hail
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| Yet they revelled in an Indian summer
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| While the sky was a silver pale
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| And no one seemed to have an answer
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| To the things that that entailed
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| And she kept on lookin' at me
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| Through a veil, through a veil
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| Simplified lovers in a whirlwind
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| Scattered in the sparkling breeze
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| Stronger in the mounting chaos
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| Praying on a calloused knee
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| Acting out their short devotions
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| To the nonexistent one above
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| Playing on the soul’s emotions
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| In the act of making love
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| And it seems that they have found an answer
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| In the memories they recall
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| And it looks like we are going to the ball
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| And in their time they spoke of things appalling
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| Of monarchs past and men to come and pray
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| And though the prisoners were acquitted
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| And the jury was committed to be slaughtered
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| No presence graced their passing on that day
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| Planned obsolescence on a planet |
| Begging for the basic needs
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| All we got to do is sit and plan it
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| Leaving out the guilt of greed
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| Soaring through the years of fullness
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| Stillness in the corpse’s repose
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| Space is at the edge of taking
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| Peace is still the only road
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| Ain’t nobody really going nowhere
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| 'Till we learn to bear the load
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| And I think I feel a surging in my soul
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| Vague moon hiding in the winter
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| Tired sleepy people on the prowl
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| Mountain standing so majestic
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| Listening to the motor’s howl
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| Everywhere children with potential
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| Learn to play the same old games
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| Etna gave a needed warning
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| Hurricanes do the same
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| Power to the people to protect them
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| In the fast and driving rain
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| And I think that we’re about to use our brain |