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No rhyme in relics |
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Passed the hands that made |
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The storytelling |
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The times beg for change |
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Can we stand for reason |
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And the things we know are sound? |
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See, I chewed the bitter pill |
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Did you just swallow down? |
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This year I did away |
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With riding fences |
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When it comes to doubt and be damned |
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I'll take my chances |
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There are days I catch the sunrise |
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And it hits me like it does |
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But I don't see a tailor's trademark |
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I see light and dust |
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Miss Street Prophet in the black car |
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She's not alone |
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She saw something in my face |
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Living easy with the unknown |
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We talk of religion |
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She asks if I'm seeing |
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She asks if I can |
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See the wind |
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See the wind |
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Can we stand for the reason |
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And the things we know are sound? |
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See, I chewed the bitter pill |
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Did you just swallow down? |
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All we live for is now or never |
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All we live for |
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All we live for is now or never |
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Now or never |
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Live with all |
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Your nature |
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Live with light |
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On the narrators |
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Now or never |
