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The sun came up above a strange, white plain |
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Blood-red flowers all wet with rain |
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And the spirit wasn't really willing anymore |
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But the flesh was very, very strong |
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And I've got very little money left, and I've got no sense |
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But I'll have none of your goddamn impudence |
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The sun came up above the new white fields |
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Everything was new again |
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Pure power stripped of meaning |
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Sky burning, spring cleaning |
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Daisies on the hillside like cancer on the skin |
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Gritty little yellow eyes that flutter in the wind |
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I'd be grateful my children aren't here to see this |
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If you'd ever seen fit to give me children |
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And my defenses might be working with a skeleton crew |
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But I'll be skinned alive before I take this from you |
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The sun came up above the ocean out west |
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All the colors of the rainbow |
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Stand up straight you can see the house leaning |
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Day breaking, spring cleaning |
