| Comes a flooding of this stage
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| We’ll be wading in its wake
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| Sifting through old men in their place
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| Leads us to greater thoughts to crave
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| Tell me glacier where you’ve been
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| And why is your posture is so poor
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| I hear the heats been coming in
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| I see the sun is at your door
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| Small deaths come too late
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| Oh my brother went to make
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| His day amongst the sharks and whales
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| He had a heart of gold I think
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| But when he left it wasn’t there
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| (now he wants to on __ make)
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| Yeah he’d been saving, he’d be saving
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| So much to have, but nothing gave
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| All put it up, now in his grave
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| Small deaths come too late
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| Do you intend to pour your affection til you
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| Die I don’t want you wait
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| Not until your try
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| Do you intend to (fake) your affection
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| Cause the tides telling you to wait
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| Not until the tide
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| No more time to carry with you
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| Tend to the sound of what you believe and
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| We can’t, we can’t all
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| We can’t, we can’t all be that way
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| When you were young
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| And there was fascination
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| We can’t, we can’t all
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| We can’t, we can’t all
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| We can’t, we can’t all |