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Here, back, down along |
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And straight, track I have chosen the long road |
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That leads me out to God knows |
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So I can stop right now |
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Even the good stars |
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Can fall from grace and faulter |
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Lose their faith and slide |
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But I can't get an ocean that's deep enough |
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For my day is the first of the ascension |
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It's a sad way we've flown after the stars |
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And her last words were 'I was only thinking of you' |
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In my golden, olden days I'll be a slave |
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Well now it's time for to sound your voice |
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And capture what you're after |
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My ship was sold right up the river |
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But I'm not going down here |
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This journey isn't over |
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It's a long way to the house of Fitzcarraldo |
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And her last words were 'I'm always thinking of you' |
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In my golden, olden days I'll be a saint |
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Even the good stars can fall from grace and faulter |
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Like lapdogs that stride that mystery |
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And her last words were 'I'll see you down in history' |
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It's the long lonely way that we can grow |
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Oh no |
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It's a long way to Fitzcarraldo |
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And I don't want to pray for you |
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In the name of something true |
