Shaking this quilted cocoon
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Just us two
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Underneath Middle-western moons
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By the back roads
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I¡¯ve got a secret
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I don¡¯t want to speak
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The end came as such a relief
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I¡¯m so low
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Take this from me
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What it¡¯s worth
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When you heard I swore vengeance on heaven and earth
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Till the end comes
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And now if you¡¯re listening
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And if you¡¯re at peace
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Do you have wiser words for me
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I could use some
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¡°Lay on the rails
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Withered and frail
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Why bear this weight
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When I¡¯d escape¡±
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I¡¯m sorry I can¡¯t say goodbye
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You¡¯re just not ready, you¡¯re just not ready
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I¡¯m sure that I¡¯ve been expelled
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It¡¯s hard to tell if the people you knew so well
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Really knew you
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A box of your letters and tapes of your songs
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How could they be so wrong?
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This vested trust
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Beyond us
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So show me then
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I¡¯m waiting
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This vested trust
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Beyond us
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So show me then
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I¡¯m waiting
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Lay On The Rails
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| The New Amsterdams |
