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(Ed Vizard) |
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Trains cannot defeat me when I'm stoned little darling |
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Sticks and stones can beat you out of time |
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And I'm standing on the brink of a bridge that's black at sunrise |
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I don't think I'll be home in time to dine |
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Each plant has a root that's dipped in blood |
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So later on we'll all find out we're just nameless mud |
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And I'm sayin' good bye to those old-time demons darling |
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Leave at your own risk, not mine |
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Why can't you make it to the place you're always going to |
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Could it be you're going to all the time |
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Well I might be traveling backwards when I wake up tomorrow |
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If you must go won't you please leave me a dime |
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The earth turns on a Bhagavan decree |
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So later on we'll see ourselves and all be free |
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But sayin' goodbye to you is suicidal darling |
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Don't hang your mind up just where I hang mine |
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Life is a quarry you can dig all you want too |
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Rock and jump and ball go up or down |
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And you can burn your brain cells out just trying to get higher |
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But you'll find my highest place is underground |
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They've got you like the moon has got the tide |
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You say your tripping babe you're going for a ride |
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You say one day soon we will all stand as brothers |
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Till then I guess we'll just stand around |