This horseless carriage leads me home.
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My hands remain folded.
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My life remains a Sunday.
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Brick by brick I built this staircase.
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Brick by brick I walk on.
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Situated just below the ground and just above your head.
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Throw your roses, throw your tears down.
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If we don't meet (again) this side of heaven, make sure you're right.
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Stutter.
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Goodnight My Lady, And A Forever Farewell
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| The Chariot |
