Undertow, you're thrown
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An old God has one bolt left
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In flight
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An aeroplane in slow motion
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While all around are dark days
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With all around unsure
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I'll hole up in the right place and wait
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Until the tide has turned...with anger...i'm dead weight...i'm anchored
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The white dove has done
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The one world has come down hard
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So why not
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Share the pain of our ptoblems
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When all around are wrong ways
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When all around is hurt
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I'll roll up in an odd shape and wait
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Until the tide has turned...with anger...i'm dead weight...i'm anchored
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Can somebody give me the 'all safe'
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Can somebody tell me
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I'm so well loved in the glow and stain
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In the slow parade, will somebody tell me
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I'm so well loved
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...And the light that shines
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Our road has overstated nothing while all the wine and hope
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Are like a hill that you will climb slow for something you could
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Not ever have
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And when you said 'now the dream is dead, our autimns will never rise again'
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You were right again and it hurts
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Wild awesome friends
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They face a plain red sober wind and know the pain
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For what it is
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They're always the ones who slow the drift
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Who live for all that's more than this
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Who love for all that burns
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To choose their words...with anger...and dead weight...they're anchored
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Went looking for something good with August
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In the rain and all I've ever saved
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I'm stuck at the fork that hids
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My road
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Why does the ground take hold once every mile from home?
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God Rocket (Into The Heart Of Las Vegas)
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| I Mother Earth |
