The moon has blocked the sun.
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That I haven't seen for days.
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It walks the street as the chimneys burn.
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I'll drink some beers as I find my way
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My way home [x4]
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Th streets were made for horse and cart;
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they talk to mine behind close doors.
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Stood in the rain to feel the part
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This maze I stand of concrete walls
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My way home [x4]
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Suspicious corpse without a face,
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the screen lights a hidden dim.
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This black hawk can't find its place,
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through the night we swim.
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My way home [x4]
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Horse And Cart
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| Angus And Julia Stone |
