By moonlight we found our way down to the river
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And searched for the crossing there
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Where people-less leaders watch the children of chaos
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Fall into disorder
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We took the sky my sisters and I
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With the angels we met on the way
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Saw the soul of Joe Strummer dance the Bo Diddley
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Standing on the grave of James Earl Ray
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My mother the water
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My father the sun in a bit of sky
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I am the road beside the highway through town
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My mother the water
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My father the sun in a bit of sky
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I am the road beside the highway through town
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From my father I learned anger
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From my mother I learned hope
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But now it's later and I am older
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I am grateful for both
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By sunrise we came to the crossing
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Where the old dogs were sniffing the ground
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To rise out of Omaha high through the Flatirons
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Down to the ocean
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And there by the sea my brother and me
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And the whiskey we were drinking
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Words, words, everywhere
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Not a thought for thinking
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My mother the water
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My father the sun in a bit of sky
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I am the road beside the highway through town
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My mother the water
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My father the sun in a bit of sky
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I am the road beside the highway through town
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The Road Beside The Highway
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Gary Jules |