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There is a light that you have inside |
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It hides in your mouth and behind your eyes |
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It's gold and it's white, it's right as the sky |
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And out through your mouth, it leaks when you die |
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Out through your mouth and into the night |
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You hover between the earth and the sky |
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And what now is yours, someday will be mine |
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My father, my son, arranged in a line |
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You were my eyes when I was struck blind |
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And you were my mouth when I could not cry |
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But you'll hold my hand when I lie |
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And I will hold yours when it's my time |
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There is a song you hear when you die |
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The clapping of hands or voices on high |
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But out of the dark your voice will arive |
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So close to my ear, my old lover sighs |
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The darkness you'll find will come like a tide |
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You seperate from pain and all that can bind you |
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And you won't have ears and you won't have eyes |
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And nor will you want for whiskey or wine |
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And I have a name, a place and a time |
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More solid than stone and stronger than vine |
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The week as a word is my body alined |
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And thin as the air I'll be when I die |
