| Well, some will say it’s not even funny
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| And there you stand, not even trying
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| They say it is in line with the angel
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| Sometimes noise is just your mind
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| And the lesson is vague in the lightning
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| Shows a deer with her mind on the moor
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| And now, something with the sun is just different
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| Since they shook the Earth in 1904
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| And as I lower down I hear it’s a message
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| And it’s 1902 just telling people to get out
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| And if there was just a way I could tell them
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| It’s been long but, you are right
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| And the singing is slow and so quiet
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| Like the sound when you sweep off the floor
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| And now, something with the dirt is just different
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| Since they shook the Earth in 1904
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| And when the night is young
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| But the bridge is up
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| Something passing by, I was sure
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| And the only one you can tell it to
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| Well, it’s the only one who’ll ever know
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| This is what robbers were made to go through my window
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| Hearing something so strange and something louder than before
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| And you’re living with no light, or direction
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| But, damn precise and now you know
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| When the leaving is hard but you go now
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| And you feel what you drag across the floor
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| Because something with these trails are just different
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| Since they shook the Earth in 1904
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| And when the night is young
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| But the bridge is up
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| Something passing by, I was sure
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| And the only one you can tell it to
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| Well, it’s the only one who’ll ever know
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| And some will say it’s not even healthy
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| But body is young and mind is sure
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| That something is so right with you’re thinking
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| 'Cause they shook the Earth in 1904 |