Last I saw mother, she rose from a chair
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When they caught me, I'd just finished combing my hair
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'Cause a rabbit will run, and the colt does along with the mare
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We've all learned the earth while we carried the throne
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We go under the rivers and under our clothes
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And I still have a prayer, sure as my settling bones
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Last I saw mother, she covered my ears
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When they caught me, I offered the captain a beer
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'Cause a rabbit will run, and the lion has nothing to fear
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We bricked up the garden, and oh, what it means
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And we've all kissed a virgin as if she were clean
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And I still have a prayer, despite all the colors I've seen
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And judgment is just like a cup that we share
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I'll jump over the wall, and I'll wait for you there
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Well past the weeds and our vision of things to come
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We've all heard the rooster and all been denied
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And we've seen through the haze and the spit in our eyes
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And I still have a prayer, a well-weathered word to the wise
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Last I saw mother, she smelled like a rose
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When they caught me, the captain, he opened my nose
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'Cause a rabbit will run, and the wind takes a bird where it blows
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We've all traded lovers and woke up alone
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And we've clapped for the king, though our fingers were cold
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And I still have a prayer, 'cause I love what I cannot control
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Last I saw mother, she acted surprised
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When they caught me, the captain, he cried like a child
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'Cause a rabbit will run, and good dogs together go wild
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We all live in grace at the end of the day
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And we've armed all the children we thought we'd betrayed
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And I still have a prayer with too few occasions to pray
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And judgment is just like a cup that we share
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I'll jump over the wall and wait for you there
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Well past the weeds and our visions of things to come, oh
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And we've all found a reason for hiding the gun
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And we've helped out a few if we've hurt anyone
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And I still have a prayer, and so be it, I've done what I've done
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Last I saw mother, she blew me a kiss
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When they caught me, the cups caught the blood from my wrist
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'Cause a rabbit will run, and a pig has to lay in its piss
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We've all given half to the hand in our face
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We've all taken a stone from the holiest place
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And I still have a prayer, and I've furthered the world in my wake
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Rabbit Will Run
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