| Maybe you’re waiting
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| Hoping the world will spell it’s name
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| In an open minded, whole-hearted way
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| Maybe you’re waiting
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| Looking for the widow
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| Who’s lost between a lie and a lonely way
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| Maybe you’re afraid I’m the same way
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| A beggar’s crutch, an angel’s sigh
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| A broken hand pressed to its side
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| These are the only things I know
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| Love is nothing when it’s wise
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| Jesus holds me wondering why
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| These are the only things I know
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| Everyone’s a preacher and everyone’s a baker
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| And everyone’s a bit of an undertaker going round and round
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| Throw me a bottle and I’ll pass you a hammer
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| And we can make music like chinese lanterns blowing down
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| I can hear you talk about the space behind the mirror
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| And I can see you hold your hand up high
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| Breathe into the wind and talk about eternity
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| Look into the gutter and tell me what you see
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| The patient sun, the constant tide
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| The tuneless minstrelsy of pride
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| These are the only things I know
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| I am yours and you are mine
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| Life is circled by a line
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| These are the only things I know |