| I can feel it in the future
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| I can see it in the culture
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| I see the moon as a sunrise
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| See the stars with my morning eyes
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| Like a bear in the forest
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| Like the heat in the conscience
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| I take a walk through the treeline
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| Gettin' on with Father Time
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| When do I begin? |
| (When do I)
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| Oh my, oh my
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| Surefire, yeah, the setting sun is gonna set on me
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| I’ve been waiting for a long time
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| I’ve been waiting in the sunshine
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| Looking 'round like it’s storming
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| Drying out like a histamine
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| I’m the warden on the front line
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| A yellow soldier on a dead mine
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| Listen, lover, won’t you call me?
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| I’m a sucker for some harmony
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| Oh my, oh my
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| Surefire, yeah, the setting sun is gonna set on me
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| Oh my, oh my
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| Surefire, yeah, the setting sun wants company
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| When do I begin?
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| When do I begin to end?
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| When do I begin?
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| When do I begin to end?
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| Oh my, oh my
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| Surefire, yeah, the setting sun is gonna set on me
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| Oh my, oh my
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| Surefire, yeah, the setting sun wants company |