The evening light still pale
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I went out to the mail
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My movements like a snail
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Apologies from a friend
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I'm spread out so thin
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It's time to start again
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Greetings from the walking wounded
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Did you just see what the moon did?
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Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me
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Went away but I'm not forgetting
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Far enough from Armageddon
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Maybe, maybe only I can see
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So what are you dying for?
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The place ain't there no more
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It's been gutted to the core
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So take your tragedies
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And send them off to me
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With your apologies
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Greetings from the walking wounded
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Did you just see what the moon did?
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Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me
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Went away but I'm not forgetting
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Far enough from Armageddon
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Maybe, maybe only I can see
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Maybe its something only I can see
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Maybe only I can see
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Maybe its something only I can see
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Maybe only I can see
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Greetings from the walking wounded
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Did you just see what the moon did?
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Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me
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Went away but I'm not forgetting
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Far enough from Armageddon
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Maybe, maybe only I can see
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Maybe only I can see, only I can see
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Maybe only I can see, only I can see
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Walking Wounded
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Buffalo Tom |