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That morning sky gave me a look |
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so I left while you were sleeping |
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that's all it took |
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and I chalked a line in the south down the coast |
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going where my thirst was open |
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for the things that I don't know |
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going where I wasn't paying |
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for the hurt that I owe |
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One half moon sleeping by the creeks |
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and a woman put me under |
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her barn roof for a week |
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I knew her voice before she spake |
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I saw a grave dug by a preacher |
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just to see what it would make |
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So hold high how faint your reasons |
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(boy, you'll never get on) |
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don't you forget you came from nothing |
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(boy you'll never get on) |
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that wind is calling my name |
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and I won't wait |
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or I'll never get on. |
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It's not hard to live like a ghost |
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I just haunt all that I've wanted |
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and leave what I don't |
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I dreamt a trail up to the sky |
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and my brothers built the propellers |
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just to see how far they'd fly |
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so hold high how faint your reasons |
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your flashing sparrows chasing with them |
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don't you forget you come from nothing |
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that wind is calling my name |
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and I won't wait |
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or I'll never get on |