It's in the grain of the wood
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It's in the needle's rust
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It's in the eagle's claw
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It's in the eyes you trust
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It's in the jackal's dreams
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It's in the sleet and the hail
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It's in the unmarked box
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Came today in the mail
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It's in the dead man's pocket
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It's in the child's first sin
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It's in the Constitution
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Written in very small print
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It's in Colin Powell's lies
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It's in the shaman's trance
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It's in the cellar waiting
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And it's in the best laid plans
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(chorus):
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Now we could cut and run
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To have the blame
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Now, don't stop now
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That's why we came
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House gone up in flames
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It's in the national anthem
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It's in the scurrying roach
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It's in the closed partition
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'Tween first class and coach
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It's in the relentless fever
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It's in the lonely room
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It's in the hands of fate
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And it's in the pharaoh's tomb
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It's in the rich man's dreams
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It's in the poor man's hands
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It's in the body bags
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Along the Rio Grande
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It's in the evening shade
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It's on the zealot's tongue
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It's in the widow's tears
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And it's in the miner's lungs
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(chorus)
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It's in the moon's dark spin
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It's in the cloudless sky
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It's in Saint Peter's denial
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That he thrice denied
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It's in the distant thunder
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It's in the whispered prayer
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That they won't find us hidden
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Here beneath the stairs
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So consider yourself lucky
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And watch what you say
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I got what I wanted
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And you might get the same
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It's in bold print nailed to the cathedral door
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It's in the black cold pressure
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On the ocean floor
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(chorus)
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House Gone Up In Flames
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| The Nightwatchman |
