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Tomorrow is gonna make you cry |
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It's gonna to make you kneel |
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Before it breaks you from inside |
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Still pressing on, arm over arm |
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Still trying to get both feet back onto the ground |
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They are harvesting these fields in autumn |
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We're different now than when we started |
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I am ready to wake up there in the exodus |
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On the beautiful side of somewhere baby |
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There on the pavements underneath the yellow moon |
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I think of you and just how easily we bruise |
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The folded address in my pocket I have stuffed |
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Trying to believe for you that the bottom didn't drop |
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I am on the platform covered with dust |
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I pray they take the both of us |
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I am ready to wake up there in the exodus |
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On the beautiful side of somewhere baby |
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I am ready to come down to see us both somehow |
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On the beautiful side of somewhere someday |
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Somewhere, someday |
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I am lighting matches for the rescue |
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Some are candles, some are fuses |
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Acting on my best behavior |
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Switching over every breaker |
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As we're plowing through these laws of nature |
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Disregarding every acre, I'm lying in my Sunday best |
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Assuming this was not a test, and |
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I am ready to wake up there in the exodus |
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On the beautiful side of somewhere, baby |
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And I am ready to come down and see us both somehow |
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On the beautiful side of somewhere, someday |
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Somewhere, someday |
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Beautiful side of somewhere |