| Well if I ever see the morning
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| Just like a lizard in the Spring
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| I’m gonna run out in the meadow
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| To catch the silence where it sings
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| I’m gonna force the Serengeti
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| To disappear into my eyes
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| Then when I hear your voices calling
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| I’m gonna turn just inside out
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| Well if I ever get to slumber
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| Just like a mole deep in the ground
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| Hell, I won’t be found
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| Deep in the dust, forgotten gather
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| I’ll grow a diamond in my chest
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| I make reflections as the moon shine
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| Turn to a villain as I rest
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| Well if I ever get to slumber
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| Just like a mole deep in the ground
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| Hell, I won’t be found
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| I know there is a hollow
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| I need to fill it with a draft
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| Of all the words that I won’t say
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| And with a quiet whisper
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| I send a curse upon the day
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| That never used the sun to see
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| The light
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| I’m gonna float up in the ceiling
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| I built a levee of the stars
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| And in my field of tired horses
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| I built a freeway through this farce
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| Well if I ever get that slumber
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| I’ll be that mole deep in the ground
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| And I won’t be found |