Acts of kindness, like breadcrumbs in a fairytale forest
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Lead us past dangers as light melts the darkness
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But I don't believe, and I'm not consoled
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I lean closer to the fire, but I'm cold
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The earth was born in a storm
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The waters receded, the mountains were formed
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"The universe loves a drama," you know
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And ladies and gentlemen this is the show
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I got a call from my broker
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The broker informed me I'm broke
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I was dealing my last hand of poker
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My cards were useless as smoke
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Oh, guardian angel
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Don't taunt me like this, on a clear summer evening as soft as a kiss
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My children are laughing, not a whisper of care
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My love is brushing her long chestnut hair
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I don't believe a heart can be filled to the brim
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Then vanish like mist as though life were a whim
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Maybe the heart is part of the mist
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And that's all that there is or could ever exist
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Maybe and maybe and maybe some more
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Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for
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I got a call from my broker
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The broker said he was mistaken
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Maybe some virus or brokerage joke
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And he hopes that my faith isn't shaken
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Acts of kindness
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Like rain in a draught
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Release the spirit with a whoop and a shout
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I don't believe we were born to be sheep in a flock
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To pantomime prayers with the hands of a clock
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I Don't Believe
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| Paul Simon |
