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Tell me who was it told you 'bout the broken bones |
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The broken bones in the sky |
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'Cause I've been all over the whole goddamn world |
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And over the world am I |
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Now the moon it ain't nothing but an old rotten bone |
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Hung from the ceiling so high |
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It reminds kids to grow and reminds them to dream |
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But over the world am I |
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So my friends if you're worried |
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Don't worry about me |
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The grasses are green here |
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The winters are mild |
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And the hunger is passing |
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It's just a sensation |
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And over the world am I |
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Up in the city it's panic and toil |
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In every fiber and vein |
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All dressed up like kings in their robes of desire |
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The poets are going insane |
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But I've been to the ocean her salts they do heal |
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And washed me anew in her tides |
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And now I ride easy down her cool wide waves |
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And over the world am I |