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I know who you are old man keep running |
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I caught your trail as you left the pines |
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Out into the fields where you couldn't hide nowhere |
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Just a thin stitch up against the rising line |
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And up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling |
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Up through the blue I knew the star were tumbling |
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I know who you are old man keep running |
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I tracked you down by the look in the eyes |
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Of a thousand gone faces pressed against their windows |
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Horses hiding in the willows til the storm passed by |
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And a fine gray dust seemed to settle on the future |
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A fine gray dust seemed to settle in between |
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Your hat and the dapple of my appaloosa |
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The only living things that I could see |
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And up through the blue I knew that stars were tumbling |
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Up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling |
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I know who you are old man keep running |
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I walked across the bottom of the lake below |
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Your boat and did you know that when you landed I was watching |
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As the sky turned dark as the eyes of a foal |
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And I'll know you by the shift of the wind in the cobwebs |
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The sawdust swirls in the fins of the bullheads |
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The craters that you made when you lay down dreaming |
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Strange constellations that you gave new meaning |
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By the teeth marks you made on bones from the ice age |
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Then smell of the cinder burning slow in your rib cage |
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Listen in the distance and you'll hear my shadow |
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Footsteps soft as the tread of an echo |
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And up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling |
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Up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling |
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And the ground will open out into a mouth below us |
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And the mouth will open out into the empty sky |
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And the whistle as we hurtle through the halls of onyx |
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The only sound around us as we go by |
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And I'll follow you out through the wells of charcoal |
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Moonlit stones around the cones of a black hole |
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Through the fields where grow the ever and forever |
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The tessellated blooms with the voids at their centers |
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Through the million rooms in a bead of luminescence |
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The filaments on the looms of dimension |
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The pillars of creation where they make the planets |
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The billion tiny teeth that tear the charge from your atoms |
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In a trillion tiny bites they'll eat the meat from the pearl |
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And throw your soul away a cold grey little world |
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And nothing that is hidden will be revealed |
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And nothing that is hidden will be revealed |
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And nothing that is hidden will be revealed |
