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Here, back, down a long and straight track |
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I have chose the long road |
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That leads me out to god knows |
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So I can't stop right now |
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Even the good stars can fall from grace and falter |
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Lose their faith and slide |
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But I can't get an ocean that's deep enough for my day |
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It's the first of the ascension |
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It's a sad way we've flown after the storm |
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And her last words were "I was only thinking of you" |
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In my golden days |
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I was a slave |
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Well now it's time for to sound your voice |
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And capture what you're after |
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My ship was sold right up the river |
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But I'm not going down here |
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This journey isn't over |
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It's a long way to the house of |
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Fitzcarraldo |
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And her last words were "I'm always thinking of you" |
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In my golden days |
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I was a saint |
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Even the good stars can fall from grace and falter |
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Like lapdogs that stride that mystery |
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And her last words were "I'll see you down in history" |
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It's the only way that we can go |
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I shall eclipse you |
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It's a long way to |
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Fitzcarraldo |
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I don't want to pray for you |
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In the name of something true |
