| Dry forever the sun blinds off the whitewashed walls
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| Unbelieving she looks up from the unswept floor
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| You don’t have to go you don’t have to tell me
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| All that talk of lofty causes wrapped in foolish pride
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| That’s a lie
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| That you don’t have to tell me
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| I don’t wanna hear how wisdom walks beside you
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| Or how God is inside you again
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| No wire marks the border
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| No fence or wall
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| No town breaks this horizon
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| Nothing at all
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| Dust surrounds her the men go hungry for disaster
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| All they leave behind are
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| The old and useless and the broken
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| That never will be mended
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| I don’t wanna hear you’re captured by the madness
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| Of ideas long discredited from other people’s minds
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| They’re all lies
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| That you don’t have to tell me
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| All that comes of this is poverty and hardship
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| Still you don’t absorb a word I say
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| But now there is a border
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| A line of blood
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| Now men patrol the border
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| But they’re dead
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| Somewhere a bird is flying oh
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| Somewhere the wind is sighing oh
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| I hope it brings you comfort
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| Cos it’s surely no good to me
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| This wind blows me down
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| And cuts me like a knife
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| And now the darkness and coldness
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| That freezes out illusion
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| Restores the picture gives back the pieces
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| And lays them on the empty floor
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| I don’t want to hear so you don’t have to tell me
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| How you rewrite history a little every day
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| Till it’s lies
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| That you don’t have to tell me
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| I don’t want to hear how good it really has been
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| How wonderful the troubles we shared
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| No I don’t want to hear so you don’t have to tell me
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| I don’t need your comfort I just need your company |