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For the rest of our lives we"ll be swaying |
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As laces and dirtied old soles |
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From the branches young age's engagements |
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Have flocked with the sparrows and gulls |
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To o astoria |
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Beneath the rails of old engines' abandon |
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Between cracks in the gravel and moss |
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Where the flickers of memories we flattened |
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In the copper of pennies are lost |
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In the shade shade of our glory |
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At the hill where the old chapel stands |
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There is held our beliefs where we left them |
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In the skin of the tall pines the rocks and the sands |
| [01:26.793] |
Of o astiria |
| [02:08.128] |
There we on the water took count |
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Of the moons that have orbited us and gave weight |
| [02:16.448] |
To our arms that could open but slight |
| [02:20.472] |
Though our words would change even gravity's might |
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With the dust and the ash of our fathers passed |
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Tucked neatly in our blood |
| [02:33.011] |
O what length we 've waited for this place to seek us out |
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O astoria |
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In the shade shade of our glory |
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At the end of columbia's breath |
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Did we know our beliefs when we forged them |
| [03:05.933] |
In the skin of the tall pines the rocks and the sands |
| [03:10.240] |
Of o astoria |
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Ah u |
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Ah ah ah ah |
