| Drinking curdled milk from a silver cup
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| Watching all the boys waiting for the plan to erupt
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| You can talk all you like when you’re down on your luck
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| And you’re looking for a reason to run
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| Down and out in Canaan
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| On a cloudy day, you can see the sun
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| Down and out in Canaan
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| Nobody’s gonna ever give you reason to run
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| Love is never so wise as it is when it’s crossed
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| Like an anger wind stirring up a handful of dust
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| Turning water from wine, mixing gold into rust
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| Painting justice in the wake of the sun
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| Close the bitter page with a sour look
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| Cast a callous eye around you at the pictures you took
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| Live your life in a line, leave your love in a book
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| Hang your money on the tip of your tongue
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| Down and out in Canaan
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| On a cloudy day, you can see the sun
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| Down and out in Canaan
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| Nobody’s gonna ever give you reason to run
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| Down and out in Canaan
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| On a cloudy day, you can see the sun
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| Down and out in Canaan
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| Nobody’s gonna ever give you reason to run
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| Down and out in Canaan
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| On a cloudy day, you can see the sun
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| Down and out in Canaan
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| Nobody’s gonna ever give you reason to run |