| Never once an ocean
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| Could hold me on its shore
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| Standing calm with all its motion
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| With all the movement of its flow
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| Cause I know way back in the distance
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| All the safer sorrows burned
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| The ones with no intent to drown you
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| The ones where nothin’s to be learned
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| So now I’m headin' down a back road
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| The one that no one really takes
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| 'cept for me now to be nowhere
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| When that early morning breaks
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| Now I’m dancin' with the mad girls
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| The ones who sin out by the town
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| Who were brought up by bell towers
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| And always nurtured by its sound
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| I heard them sing out in their language
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| Already when I was still free
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| Oh God I thought I heard the angels
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| What kind of fool’d you put in me?
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| 'Cause now I’m tied by up by a back road, y’know
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| The one that no one really takes
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| 'cept for me now to be nowhere
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| When that early morning breaks
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| They sure won’t let me leave this summer
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| No no no
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| And they won’t let me go this fall
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| And with the likelihood of winter
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| They’ll take the heat out of us all
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| Just to deliver all their daughters
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| To track down sons of serpent roads
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| And let me look out over slaughter
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| To have a night out with the boys
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| And now I’m takin' off the back road, y’know
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| The one that no one really takes
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| 'cept for me now to be nowhere
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| When that early morning breaks |