If this is redemption, why do I bother at all?
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There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
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Still I'd rather be working for something, than praying for the rain
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So I wander on, until someone else is saved
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I moved to the coast, under a mountain
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Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
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At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
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I'd remember all the things my mother wrote
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That we don't eat until your father's at the table
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We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
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Never once has any man I've met been able to love
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So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
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Two thousand years, I've been in that water
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Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
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Desperately reaching for nets
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That the fishermen have thrown
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Trying to find, a little bit of hope
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Me, I was holding all of my secrets soft and hid
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Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
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So if in the future I might need myself a savior
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I'll remember what was written on that wall
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That we don't eat until your father's at the table
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We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
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Never once has any man I've met been able to love
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So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
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Am I an honest man and true?
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Have I been good to you at all?
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Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
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We'd just be running down
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The same old lines, the same old stories of
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Breathless trains and, worn down glories
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Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own
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So we don't eat until your father's at the table
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We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
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Never once has any man I've met been able to love
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So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust
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We Don't Eat
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| James Vincent Mcmorrow |
