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Moon it rises and breaks across the river and a moon-faced boy |
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Would you write a speaking part for me, |
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A part that puts me somewhere between the elevated road and the water? |
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It don't get better |
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The hunger, even back in his arms |
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And the water will get higher, the faster you run. |
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Charity think no evil, charity never fails |
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Let me feed you with a song |
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I'm out on the street with an open case and a mandolin and with every coin |
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I am born again. |
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Faith will return to you my friend. |
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Some days I feel like the end of mankind, and some days the beginning |
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Watching kids turn into lover/believers |
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It don't get better |
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The hunger, even back in his arms |
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And the water will get higher, the faster you run. |
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Sun it rises to shine upon the wreckage of your broken bloody union. |
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Does it fill the gaps like it fills in mine, |
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The sunlight creeping cross the line to rest upon the site of your ruin? |
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And if your mother doesn't answer, give me a call |
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Here's my number: 854-4784 |