| A Million Miles
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| Of common sense
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| Can’t hide the reader
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| Can’t fill the trench
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| And what you hide
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| Is what I sold
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| And when you’re next to me
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| The feeling’s cold
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| Don’t tread lightly
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| In the book
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| At the age of stills
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| You make congress, Congress
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| Up in the mount
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| On the sea of chills
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| You went tireless, tireless
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| I will walk alone
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| Take Toll Take Time
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| And turn your face
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| Dismount your wall
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| Disband your state
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| The tides of thought
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| Are blowing in the wind
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| We’ll stretch our seed
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| To the beaches of the fins
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| The path is clear
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| We’ll keep clear on the side
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| And make our beds
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| In the beds of others
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| Don’t talk lightly
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| In the book
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| At the age of stills
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| You make congress, congress
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| Up in the mount
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| At the sea of chills
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| You went tireless, Tireless
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| I will walk alone
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| Through miles and miles of bones
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| When you touch me I’m alone
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| When you tease me I’m alone
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| In the battle of the bones
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| In the battle of the bones
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| I’ll be Up coming on
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| I’ll be up and holding stong
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| We’ll be holding up for long
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| We’ll be holding up for long
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| You’ll be hiding from our deeds
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| On the whole and on your knees
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| You will hide your women
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| Hide your women
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| Hide your women
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| In the book
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| At the age of stills
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| You make congress, congress
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| Up in the mount
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| At the sea of chills
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| You went tireless, tireless
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| You’ve been running in for the kill
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| Look down to the south and on to the fields
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| I’ve been a rider
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| I’ve been a shill
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| For conquest, conquest
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| I will walk alone
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| Through miles and miles of bones
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| We’ll up our highness
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| Off our shyness
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| Bring it to your home |