Well I sold my shoes
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For a front row seat on the moon
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I found all that I can save
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And I still got the blues
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I picked up the blade
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And shaved my beard
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And I walked back into town
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With nothing to fear
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I picked up my mess
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And put it in the ground
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And I watered it down
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Waited for the seed to sprout
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Well silence fills the air when it's raining
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But I don't see anyone complaining
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Truth pokes it's head out
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Truth pokes it's head out
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Well I took my last rose
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And threw it in the fire
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And I gathered all the ashes
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Started my empire
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What is it to you
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Man I do what I please
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And when I pray for you
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I don't expect you to pray for me
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Well silence fills the air when it's raining
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But I don't see anyone complaining
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Truth pokes it's head out
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Truth pokes it's head out
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Well I took a bath
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In a constellation aftermath
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When I jumped off that start
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I looked upon this plastic place
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Saved it with all of my grace
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Silence fills the air when it's raining
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But I don't see anyone complaining
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Truth pokes it's head out
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Truth pokes it's head out
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Truth pokes it's head out
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The Aftermath
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| Trevor Hall |
