window seats on bullet trains
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smear land into sky
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fear and sorrow coalesce
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now IĄ¯m trying to find that quiet place
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where living is breathing
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not knowing is understanding
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coming is going
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but my heart just beats faster and faster
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they asked for me to come
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and identify my son
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but my son is alive
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the life that whispered in my ear
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is gone gone gone
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window seats, commuter trains
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send me headlong
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trying to find that quiet place
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where living is breathing
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not knowing is understanding
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coming is going
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but my heart just beats faster and faster
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they asked for me to come
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and identify my son
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but my son is alive
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in maharishi oblivion
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the love that counted back
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from ten is gone gone gone
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fear and sorrow coalesce
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now IĄ¯m trying to find that quiet place
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where living is breathing
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not knowing is understanding
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coming is going
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but my heart just beats faster
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when I got down to the morgue
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they pulled back the slab
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it wasnĄ¯t my son
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I wasnĄ¯t his dad
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they covered him up
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I smiled I smiled
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the past is cities from a train
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now IĄ¯m trying to find that quiet place
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where living is breathing
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not knowing is understanding
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coming is going
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but my heart just beats faster
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Coming And Going On Easy Terms
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| John Vanderslice |
