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Oh buried eyes |
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I know it's hard to take a drive |
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Upon the ruins of your land |
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Upon the quickness of the sand |
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Rain gettin heavy, mud gettin dry |
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I have seen the seven miles |
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Banned the visions from your head |
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Dry your tears upon the ocean |
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Where the rain begins again |
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Broken and battered, left for the wild |
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Buried child, buried child |
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And I have seen the ancient man |
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That has knocked upon your door |
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Cloaked with paint upon his fingers |
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As he points you to the floor |
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Seeking shelter, to his lives |
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You careless dancers |
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Burnt on the phone |
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Faded footsteps in empty rooms |
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The babe is captured |
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But from mothers eyes |
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The feast was raided |
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Beaten down to size |
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On your knees |
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Grab the torch and die |
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Buried Child, buried Child |
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And every moment in the leaves |
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Seems to vanish all the tribes |
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In this fleeting resurrection |
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When the fire leaves your eyes |
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Sirens fading, breading heavy oh Lord |
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Captured angles, colors faded to the bone |
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Fire and water, the Seagul flies! |
