Whether it starts with an earthquake
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Or the tears of a few grieving women
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I don't know
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On the road to gathering
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Looking for someone to roll away the stone
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He stands alone in her room
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As the commotion slowly decays
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I don't know
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She's on her way to somewhere new
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Looking for someone to roll away the stone
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It's these idle tales that we need to keep us moving
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These tales keep us going
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It's these idle tales that we need to tell our children
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These tales are for our children
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She stands upon an empty stage with a song she was born to sing
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She's on the road again
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It's these idle tales that we need to keep us moving
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These tales to keep us going
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It's these idle tales that we need to tell our children
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These tales are for our children
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Whether it starts with an earthquake
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Or the tears of a few grieving women
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I don't know
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Idle Tales
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Cowboy Junkies |