When you fell in the rocks
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At the bend in the river
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With the blood from your nose
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Running hard on your fingers
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And through the rest of your life
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The electric charge
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Of a change in the weather
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You were touching my arm
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You were holding a feather
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And then I opened my eyes
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And the World goes racing, suddenly changed
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As the shock of the axe, it leaves you trembling
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Like a busting shell in the small of your back
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Or a job that's hard on the cast of your little lie
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And an animal life was surging away
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And you were back on the road
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Through the worst of the Winter
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Through the Valley of Lies
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Passing through like an arrow
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Oh, if your vision collapsed
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And a storm from the river
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Like a golden medalion
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Clutching tight in your fingers
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But on the slope of the edge
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Will you recover your life
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You could stand on the back of a shuddering beam
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With a pistol firing shots into the air
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You could run in the blood of the Sun's hard rays
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You could drive the mountains down into the bay
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Or go back to the East where it's all so civilized
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Where I was born to the life
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But I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving
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You As You Were
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| Shearwater |
