Well there is nothing else that we can lose. I put heart upon my sleeve tonight. I know everything will change soon,
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I can see it in your eyes. You won't be here for very long. If no one hears you, will you still want to sing?
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If the harmonies disappear? They can't take our place.
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I believe she is different that you and I.
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She can see things that we can't see. She is alone in this modern life.
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My voice is forever changed but the notes are all the same. How long till you want to see? I think we want it out of reach.
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And if it's something that I'll never come back well I told you not to look at me
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Because it's a man made thought with a God-like hook and we will never have to go down.
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So praises to the war machine and the distances growing thin and the hopelessness of a tiny earth and make shift hit.
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I watched as she walked away. I knew the moment she turned her back.
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She could never be the same again and she is never coming back.
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In the land of a thousand fathers she was born on the fourth of July.
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Well that don't mean she was made in America because she was gone in the blink of and eye.
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She belongs but she acts like a stranger. She collapsed but she ain't free.
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I am my only devil and they'll believe what they want to believe.
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Robert Rios
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| The Chariot |
