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It's a long time ago on my grave |
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As the judge comes down with the gavel |
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And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground |
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It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel |
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You try (you try) |
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You try (you try) |
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You try to find the short way home |
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Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees |
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To try to find the way back home |
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Familiar signs, the rails alight |
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They disappeared one by one |
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And your fate's been sealed by the turning of the wheel |
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And the setting of the evening sun |
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So you crawl on by the light of the moon |
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Cross the reeds and over the hours |
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And you pray that you make it to the breakin' of the day |
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You're tryin' to find a way back home |
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You try (you try) |
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You try (you try) |
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You're tryin' find the short way home |
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Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees |
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You're tryin' to find the way back home |
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Mother why'd you have to go and clip my golden wings? |
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I'm gonna fly off this building all the same |
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You put me down in the darkest well |
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And still that water stings |
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I'm gonna fly off this building all the same |
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Mother why'd you have to go and clip my golden wings? |
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I'm gonna fly off this building all the same |
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You put me down in the darkest well |
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And still that water stings |
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I'm gonna fly off this building all the same |
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Mother why'd you have to go and clip my dirty wings? |
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I'm gonna fly off this building all the same |
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You put me down in the deepest well |
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And still that water stings |
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I'm gonna fly off this building all the same |
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It's a long time ago on my grave |
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As the judge comes down with the gavel |
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And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground |
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It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel |
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And You try (you try) |
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You try (you try) |
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You try to find the short way home |
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Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees |
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You're tryin' to find the way back home |
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You're tryin' to find the way back home |
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You'd die to find the short way home |
