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The tents go up as I go down |
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Down to the flats and into the sound |
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The closer i get to the city |
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The further i am from memory |
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In the green grass looking up |
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For the words of the angry sun |
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'No one', when he says 'no one' |
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Yeah, he means 'no one', no one |
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No one will survive |
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Ash Wednesday alive |
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No soldier, no lover |
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No father, no mother |
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Not a lonely child |
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In the up and in the bedroom |
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A black and white of the bride and the groon |
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Will bring me to my knees |
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With the colorized bad dream |
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That takes its place on Ash Wednesday |
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White noise and love |
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Will be my only drug |
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On that day nine, suns away |
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From that sad, sad Saturday |
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When fire my friend |
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Fire my villian |
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You take away yesterday |
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To give to me today |
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When nothing's free, no now it's Ash Wednesday |
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So each day is Ash Wednesday |
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All this life is Ash Wednesday |
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All the doors are shut |
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And the windows barely opened up |
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The fire's all around |
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It's the ending of the drought |
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And we are ready now |
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For tear gas clouds |
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On my mind, come on fill the house |
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Finally and weep |
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For it's king and queen sleep |
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Both now in the arms of Ash Wednesday |
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Ash Wednesday |
