| It’ll get so quiet when this record ends
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| You can hear the first hour of the world
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| You can hear the willow branches touch the wave
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| Write our names beside our darlings hearts
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| You can hear the willow branches touch the wave
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| Write our names beside nothing
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| Rise moon, on the shores of the sea
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| Shine on the distance between me
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| And the last thing I see
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| Let it be me helping
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| Let it be me, honestly
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| Let it be me working
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| On being a better me
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| Now light the field for the big game tonight
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| Mark Twain to Thomas Jefferson:
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| Strike
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| Luke the Drifter to Zimmerman:
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| Line drive to keep the team alive
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| To keep the team alive
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| Rise moon, on the shores of the sea
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| Shine on the distance between me
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| And the last thing I see
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| Let it be me helping
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| Let it be me, honestly
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| Let it be me working
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| On being a better me
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| Unitas to Berry
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| Unitas to Berry
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| So good it’s scary
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| With everything against you, sweetness
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| You get the first down again
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| See it’s ones like this you can always trust
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| Not to disappoint us
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| Moon shine that white-lightning light
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| Down on the possums stage tonight
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| Maybe on the man in black
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| You could hold a little something back
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| To let his eyes adjust to the light
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| Rise moon, right above me
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| Rise moon, right above me
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| Rise moon, right above me
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| Show an American, if really
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| I am the snake, they’re all saying
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| If they look up here, do they see just my black tail swaying?
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| If I’m all fangs, and all lies, and all poison
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| If I’m really what they’re saying
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| I don’t want to disappoint them |