| Close your eyes…
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| And you draw one more day to a close
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| You choose to be alone
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| You choose float through your life as a ghost
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| And everything heals given time
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| And everything dies given time
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| And the scars run together
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| They’re mixing the nerves with the blood
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| And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down
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| And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground
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| When your heart’s deep and dark as a well
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| And everything that’s golden and green
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| Goes to hell…
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| And I was born to wind in the cradle
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| And I ride on the hard southern breeze
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| And I twisted the breed and the gold and you see
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| And there’s blood on my elbow and knees
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| And people wanna grow old in the cradle
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| When the snake’s all around in the reeds
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| And you ask me to fear of no evil
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| When your fire’s all over my feet
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| And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down
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| And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground
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| When your heart’s deep and dark as a well
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| And everything that’s golden and green
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| Goes to hell
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| I said bring out your Vivian girls
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| Bring out your cloud-covered girls
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| And bring me a cup of your tears
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| And give me the rest of your years
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| Because everything dies given time
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| And I know that this world could be mine
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| So I close both my eyes and I count my heartbeats
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| And I know that my wing are on fire, fire
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| My wings are on fire
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| And the soldiers light houses on fire and they burn down
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| And all your belongings turn to dirt in the ground
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| When your heart’s deep and dark as a well
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| And everything that’s golden and green
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| When you heart’s deep and dark as a well
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| And everything that’s golden and green
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| When you heart’s deep and dark as a well
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| And everything that’s golden and green
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| Goes to hell… |