In the painted silver light
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I watched you gently move
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Now, in the cold early dawn
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I long to have that vision in my head again
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Conjure, as I may, my guilt won't let me sleep
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Now I know what it means
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To have and to hold
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To let go and to lose
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In the screaming silence
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I try to lose myself
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But there is no hiding place
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No hiding place
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Here they come again
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Those voices, they'll be with me till the end
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Maybe it helps the pain
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How would I know
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I never slow down long enough
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But, ain't life funny
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I don't know if I will ever see you again
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But, in the painted silver light
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I watched you
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And I'll keep on watching you
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In the screaming silence
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I try to lose myself
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But there is no hiding place
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No hiding place
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In the screaming silence
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I try to lose myself
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But there is no hiding place
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No hiding place
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Seven days I watched the sun come rising
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No sleep for the wicked
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Seven nights I lie awake
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While my mind drifted across valley and streams
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Shadows everywhere
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Still I search for some kind of sign
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But, in the painted silver light
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I'll come running
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Running
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In the screaming silence
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I try to lose myself
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But there is no hiding place
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No hiding place
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In the screaming silence
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I try to lose myself
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But there is no hiding place
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No hiding place
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Painted Silver Light
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Gov't Mule |