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(1, 2, 3, 4) |
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When there's only one thing I can do |
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Well you know that I still don't want to do it |
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And where there's just one way to get through |
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Sometimes I still don't way to go through with it |
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There are other ways I used to think |
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To find my way around |
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The wood, and the caves, and the bad women's ways |
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That were always to be found |
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And I have done enough right |
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Dirt and wrong now can both stir my mind |
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And love I can find it again |
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In someone sitting close in the flashes of sin |
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There are other ways I used to think |
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To find my way around |
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The wood, and the snail, and the word of farewell |
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That I always had to sound |
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Now there is just one way |
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To stretch out my arms and cry |
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To that just one day |
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Number the friends and the family |
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That love me |
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Welcome the ring of the moonlight |
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Above me |
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And I wander and lay in whatever in old bed |
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With good earthly music singing into my head |
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Well there's a path |
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There's a beach |
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There's a horseshoe crab |
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There's my brothers and my girlfriends |
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My mom and my dad |
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And there's me |
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And that's all that needs to be |
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Now there is just one way |
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To stretch out my arms and cry |
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To that just one day |
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Number the friends and the family |
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That love me |
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Welcome the ring of the moonlight |
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Above me |
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And I wander and lay in whatever in old bed |
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With good earthly music singing into my head |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
