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There is a man holding a megaphone |
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He must have been the voice of |
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GodThe bystanders claimed they saw |
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AngelsFlying up and down the block |
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They must have been attached to wires |
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I'd seen one laying in the lawn |
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With a broken arm, so |
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I called 911 |
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Well, that's one less founded opinion |
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One more cause for a dispute |
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So the street filled, like a basin |
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Up with cameras and their crews |
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And they washed away the rumors |
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Leaving just the concrete truth |
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It was a spectacle |
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No, I, I mean a miracle |
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So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam |
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A gymnasium of eyes all were holding on to me |
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I lifted one foot to cross the other and |
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I felt myself slipping |
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It was a small mistake, sometimes that is all it takes |
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Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the time is right |
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When the planets will align, there will be no planets to align |
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Just the carcass of the sun |
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And little painted marbles spinning senseless |
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Through an endless black sky |
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It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub, |
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I baptized myself in change |
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And one by one |
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I drowned all of the people |
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I had been |
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I emerged to find the parallels were fewer, |
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I was cleansed |
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I looked in the mirror and someone new was there |
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But, I was as helpless as a chess piece |
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When I was lifted up by someone's hand |
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And delivered from the corner, my enemies had got me in |
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But in all of my salvation |
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I still felt imprisoned inside |
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That holding cell that is myself |
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So I wait for the day when |
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I'll hear the key |
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As it turns in the lock and the guard will say to me"Oh my patient prisoner, you waited for this day and finallyYou are free, you are free, you are freezing" |
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Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode |
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This day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come |
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And we will finally know the way out of here |
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And I will throw away this wrinkled map |
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And my chart of stars and compass, cracked |
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And I'll climb out that tree all wet with sap |
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To avoid the hungry beasts below |
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I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing |
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Of a graveyard gray and a garden green |
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And then we won't have to worry no more |
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No, we won't have to until again |
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About how this song or story ends |
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About how this song and story will end |