Good times are a'coming
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Well I saw it in a vision
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I heard it in evangelist's sighs
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Down beyond the station
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Yonder lies salvation
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In the afternoons and the skies
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A child has been born
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Who can converse with the corn
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Who has access to the sadness of the trees
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Decipher the cicadas
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When his legs will take him farther
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He'll be fed royal jelly from the bees
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They say the spirit's manifesting
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And the eagles have been nesting
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And the river is catering to the fish
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Aside a waving sea of reeds
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Where the sacred swans will feed
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Providence provides you with a wish
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And you wish to understand
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And you look down at your hands
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And your fingers are all feathered and divine
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If you fade into the darkness
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Or the softness and the starkness
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As the manna drains into your mind
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Random Pan
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Steve Kilbey |