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This light doesn't hide in a bushel anymore |
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But I don't know what you could use it for |
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I've got the courage and I've got the same fear |
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So gather round now and watch me disappear |
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There is smoke here |
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There is fire |
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I'm on terms with the immolation |
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Don't try to pull me from the fire |
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It's to late for liberation |
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I wonder what I would have made of other features |
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Given all my kinds appetites |
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Hear my lords going to claim __ leases |
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if I'm going to move I've got to travel light |
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to the reaches |
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to the never-never |
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any way where light can't find me |
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I'm invisible |
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I'm in hiding |
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All my troubles are left behind me |
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All my souls a condiment |
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Spread it far and wide |
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Little tastes on a lot of tongue |
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Makes a body tired |
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It's a little like dousing a burning flag with a pail of oily water |
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I studied brown and I've been known to gather wood |
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Always use a little piece of sky pie |
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And when I see you with your beaker half full |
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I think I'm drinking with the wrong guy |
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Should I fly the coup |
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Will I swim the soup (I bet this is going to be wrong) |
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Will I make it through another year |
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I've been lonely before |
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On that broken shore |
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There's no better place to up and disappear |
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All my souls a condiment |
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Spread it far and wide |
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Little tastes on a lot of tongue |
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Make a body tired |
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It's a little like dousing a bird in flight with a pail of oily water |
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Set the flame in ?? |
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Daddies take it on the chin |
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There's no need to fight |
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Mothers in the brooding galley ? |
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Here comes the night |
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You might step outside |
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On the street for ? food ? for hope that hold you far from all of you |
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set you forth to do |
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so you do now |
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but alone yea |
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anyway where nobody owns you |
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and the lies you make are Arcadian |
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so that you disappear |
