Well, ¡®All is well in order¡¯ is what you thought you heard them say
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and so you drifted off to see what¡¯s not in yourself
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Light is turning slowly will it lay out on the plains?
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No more nights of what you wrote back then,
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no relief of no rain
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And so, singing songs of rivers tied to accidents within
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and telling people lies of lions, treasures, and kings
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Nothing's more revealing than the dancer and the doubt
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waving to forget what¡¯s never gone, always there, never right
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In all these riots of broken sounds
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Like the last voice you heard
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Then you drowned, oh lord
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You know, this is wind and walls and weathered leaves and tearing sails
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and minnows in your pockets when the rapid¡¯s on trails
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this is not the future but I sense it¡¯s right up there
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oh, just another hour, another pass, another day anywhere
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In all these riots of broken sounds
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And you sleep on the track every night
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Oh lord
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And we don¡¯t know if your treasure is safe
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where will you be when they find you, son?
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And you know they¡¯re always following me
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so when I get there you trust me son, and just leave,
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I¡¯ll catch up
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This is where you¡¯re passionate of seasons and their strength
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and this is where you breathe and walk and know they will end
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Light is turning slowly to the hand upon your chest
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so lay it on the plains where there is time, there is love, there is rest
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From all these riots of broken sounds
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When you sleep on the track every night
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Oh lord
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And we don¡¯t know if your treasure is safe
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where will you be when they find you, son?
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And you know they¡¯re always following me
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I¡¯ll be the best when the silence comes.
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Wind And Walls
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| The Tallest Man On Earth |
