| Tomorrow is gonna make you cry
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| It’s gonna make you kneel
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| Before it breaks you from inside
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| Still pressing on Arm over arm
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| Still trying to get both feet back on to the ground
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| They are harvesting these fields in autumn
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| We’re different now than when we started
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| I am ready to wake up There in the exodus
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| On the beautiful side of somewhere, baby
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| There on the pavement, underneath the yellow moon
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| I think of you and just how easily we bruise
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| A folded address in my pocket, I have stopped
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| Trying to believe for you that the bottom didn’t drop
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| I am on the platform, covered with dust
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| I pray they take the both of us, and
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| I am ready to wake up There in the exodus
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| On the beautiful side of somewhere, baby
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| And I am ready to come down
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| And see us both somehow
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| On the beautiful side of somewhere, someday
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| Somewhere, someday
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| I am lighting matches for the rescue
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| Some are candles, some are fuses
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| Acting on my best behavior
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| Switching over every breaker
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| As we’re plowing through these laws of nature
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| Disregarding every acre
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| I’m lying in my Sunday best
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| Assuming this was not a test, and
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| I am ready to wake up There in the exodus
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| On the beautiful side of somewhere, baby
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| And I am ready to come down
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| And see us both somehow
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| On the beautiful side of somewhere, someday
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| Somewhere, someday
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| Beautiful side of somewhere. |