| There’s something funny about
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| The way the flames flicker out
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| On the gates to Greenwood
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| And their gleams responsibility to the founders buried
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| If I could lay down
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| I’d let my cells accept the ground
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| And let it guide me
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| As I’d walked the Earth in knots to find you resting
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| There’s something funny about
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| The way the lights flicker out
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| Beyond the gates to Greenwood
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| And their gleams responsibility for the founders buried
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| I watch lives go by
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| A dash in the stone to summarize
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| I watch lives go by
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| A dash in the stone to summarize
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| But it’s something
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| It’s something
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| I’ll keep trying to find you resting
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| I’ll keep trying to find you resting
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| I’ll keep trying to find you resting
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| I’ll keep trying to find you resting
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| I watch lives go by
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| (I'll keep trying to find you resting)
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| A dash in the stone to summarize
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| (I'll keep trying to find you resting)
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| I watch lives go by
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| (I'll keep trying to find you resting)
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| A dash in the stone to summarize
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| (I'll keep trying to find you resting) |