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If this is redemption why do I bother at all? |
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There's nothing to mention and nothing has changed |
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So I'd rather be working for something than praying for the rain |
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So I wander on till someone else is saved |
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I moved to the coast under a mountain |
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Swam in the ocean, slept on my own |
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At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay |
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I'd remember all the things my mother wrote |
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That we don't eat until your father's at the table |
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And we don't drink until the devils turned to dust |
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And never once has any man I've met been able to love |
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So if I were you I'd have a little trust |
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Two thousand years I've been in that water |
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Two thousand years sunk like a stone |
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Desperately reaching for nets that the fishermen have thrown |
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I'm tryin' to find a little bit of hope |
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Me, I was holding all of my secrets soft and hid |
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Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all |
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So if in the future I might need myself a savior |
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I'll remember what was written on that wall |
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That we don't eat until your father's at the table |
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And we don't drink until the devils turned to dust |
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And never once has any man I've met been able to love |
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So if I were you I'd have a little trust |
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Am I an honest man and true? |
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Have I been good to you at all? |
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Oh, I'm so tired of playing these games |
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We'd just be running down |
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The same old lines, the same old stories |
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Of breathless trains and worn down glories |
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Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own |
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So we don't eat until your father's at the table |
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We don't drink until the devils turned to dust |
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And never once has any man I've met been able to love |
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So if I were you, my friend, learn to have just a little bit of trust |