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I was born in the room where I wrote this song |
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Within the same four walls, twenty years on |
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Time to make a new step but take another fall |
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Do I learn what is right by wrong, doing it all? |
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I found a place of bone |
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I felt strangely at home |
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Where the grass turned to sand |
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And the steeples became domes |
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I lay myself down in the shadow of a tree |
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Served by a toothless waiter who sang to me for free |
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I listen to the voices |
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The voices say to me, yeah |
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Untie all your spaces |
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And in a single bow you'll be free |
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White light when I depart |
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But it's clear on my return |
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Some steps have been taken |
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But there's a lot left to learn, a lot left to learn |
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They built these walls to keep me safe |
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But now they need it no longer |
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And I could see their mistakes, I could see their mistakes |
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I listen to the voices |
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The voices say to me, yeah |
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Untie all your traces |
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And in a single bow you'll be free |
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And in a single bow you'll be free |
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In a single bow you'll be free |
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In a single bow you'll be free |
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In a single bow |
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A single bow you'll be free |
