I never knew you
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But then who really did?
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If you were at all like me
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You managed to keep yourself hid
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A patchwork quilt of a life
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Memories embroidered
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On your soul
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So please forgive me
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For putting you in my song
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But the spirit she moves me
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In fact she pushes me along
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It's a patchwork quilt of a life
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Can't stop the river
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Just let it roll
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We were at Jones Beach
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When we got the word
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Saddest sound that I ever heard
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The bluest note that nobody could play
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Ravens sang with us that night on the stage
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Tears of sadness, tears of rage
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But nobody spoke, we all felt old
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And in the way
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So walk beside me
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Or above me, I don't know
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These days it sure seems
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I'm lost where ever I go
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God, how could you, I heard someone say
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And what do we do with our lives now anyway?
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Now that our North Star can no longer be found
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But there's a banjo moon in a tie-dyed sky
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Hippies dance and babies cry
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Church bells ring as a silver-haired angel look down
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And the blood of his music runs through the veins of our guitars
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Bright lights, Dark Star
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I never knew you
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But then who really did
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If you were at all like me
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You managed to keep yourself hid
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Patchwork Quilt
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Gov't Mule |