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Summer rain is rolling down your cheek |
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Marbles on your skin |
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Man with the suits |
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Says it's a dollar for a drop |
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The morning dew... |
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A dollar for a drop |
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The sun hits hard as you walk to the well |
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The well thing's got to stop |
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Man with the suit |
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Is the one who deals the drops |
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Water the tree that gives the fruit... |
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A dollar for drop |
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I count the coins in the palm of my hand |
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I can't pay for the clouds |
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A rebel sun is rising under my skin |
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Soldier ,put down your gun |
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Something's got to give |
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We're gonna kick you out of this town |
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We're gonna count the silverware before you go |
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We're gonna send you back northbound |
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We're gonna change the locks when you go |
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We're gonna strip you of your fine suit |
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Put you on a raft and blow |
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As you get back on your street |
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Comes a man from the past, the present, the future |
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Gilding by slowly on a wild ride |
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A chinese junk boat with soccer pitch headlights |
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A giant cloud of incense smoking out of his eyes, |
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You know it make no sense |
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Pine needles cover his ship, |
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A howler monkey is lighting the candles |
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A speaker box by the helm |
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Rattling chimes made of broken bottles |
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The monkey kills the stereo |
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The man turns his head |
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Can you feel what's coming ? |
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You can't see his mouth |
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But moving his lips to make sounds is not his goal |
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He doesn't have to talk |
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You already know |
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He's got a different conception of the soul |
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And he's steppin out of his ride |
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You fear that the spear and the machete aren't for show |
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You got your rubies, your crowns, your rings |
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But they don't shine so bright now |
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Maybe st john of the smile screens |
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Patron of deceivers wasn't the ticket |
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That star that followed you at night |
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Wasn't a star after all |
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It was a cosmic vacuum sucking out your heart |
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You won't need your diamond-incrusted cell phone |
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There's no signal where your're going |
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