| Oh, the day had a half-life of a million years so I buried it in the ground
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| Right between the mountains and watched as it sank down
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| You were saying something 'bout something on the radio
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| Or was it that you had to go?
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| Oh, I thought it was the radio
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| You said love was a question, the answer was everything
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| Did I know what you mean?
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| I think you said everything
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| Thought it was the radio
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| Guess it was you had to go
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| Well, the day turned over in its grave and made an awful sound
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| It rolled on through the valley and shook the earth around
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| You were saying something 'bout something like a freight train
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| Could’ve been the evening rain
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| Oh, I thought it was a freight train
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| You said love was a question, the answer was everything
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| Did I know what you mean?
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| I think you said everything
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| Thought it was a freight train
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| Guess it was the evening rain
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| Oh, the day rose up like it had before and I rolled the stone away
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| And pushed it up the mountain and thought I heard you say
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| Something 'bout how you have to let some things go |
| Could’ve been the radio
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| Oh, I thought it was a freight train
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| Guess it was just everything |