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The country is riddled with social ills & aches, |
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But my heart is calmed by her embrace, |
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I'm trying to tell something to the world, |
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- but my words are slurred & slow, |
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Have you ever been caught up in a dream, |
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Where your legs were froze. |
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I was left alone, with my thoughts and my guitar. |
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But it felt hopeless, |
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Like the desire of the moth - for the star. |
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Sometimes... nothing seems unreal, |
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This strange little boy said |
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"mister, play us your guitar" & i said - |
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"no... i can't" |
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& put my geetar, in the car- |
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Listening to the music of heaven & earth, |
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Have you ever thought you were the |
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- most important thing in the universe. |
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I didn't know whether to strengthen my |
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Weaknesses - or play to my strengths. |
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Yeah... |
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I was trapped in the triviality of |
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- everydayness. |
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I said. |
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"there's magic in my head, girl. |
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But i only use it when i'm depressed" |
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I don't suppose she heard me. |
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She was too busy admiring her dress. |
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I said - just young - & - well intentioned, |
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Who can save us now. |
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- the world rots... |
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I did know the secret of the universe |
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... only i forgot!! |