| Well there is something 'bout the quiet, uplifting laughter
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| You’ve just spent so many years chased by a cloud, oh
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| It’s taken you so far, far past the cliff’s edge
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| And now your feet just poke around to feel the ground, oh
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| You say «is this a joke,» I float «come on now»
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| You see there’s something down below
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| Just let me fall to be of use, make me the rainstorm
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| Just a piece of hail, you know
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| You said, «all the time it needs to take
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| And all the time there is a shiver from some fallen tear
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| But is it on this lack of fallen luck
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| To dream of things like a little river to the golden ground?»
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| And there is something 'bout the quiet surprise in darkness
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| You just sing about your own death in your closet
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| You stumble out into the pitch-black hallway
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| You think you’ve lost so many times though it’s not war yet
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| You say «are these my eyes?»
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| You said «come on now, already lost my sense to feel»
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| But there is always someone out there who will listen
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| And then there’s nothing but a dream
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| You said, «all the time it needs to take
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| And all the time there is a shiver from some fallen tear
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| But is it on this lack of fallen luck
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| To dream of things like a little river to the golden ground?»
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| And there is something 'bout the leaving of a lover
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| You think you knew through all the year’s you’ve been a woman
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| And he’s stepping out and walks out of the garden
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| Where all the lilies and all the weeds came from his cold hand
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| You say «is this my life,» you said «come on now»
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| You see the diamonds when you yell
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| That let you stay in all the corners I have been here
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| But now you travel, go to hell
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| You said, «all the time it needs to take
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| And all the time there is a shiver from some fallen tear
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| But is it on this lack of fallen luck
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| To dream of things like a little river to the golden ground?» |