so. I do believe. none of this is physical
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at least not to me
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so, I do believe
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that anywhere it goes
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t's always with me
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it's not the dream
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that makes you weak
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it's not the night that makes you sleep
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but it's a voice. and it's a choice
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to call you out. or stay at home
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so! I do believe
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none of this is physical
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at least not to me
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so I do believe
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that anywhere it goes
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it's always with me
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it's not the beast. it's not the sheets
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so soft and warm. all over me
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but it's the touch. you need so much
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to move around on this green earth
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take your money and your drugs
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take your money and your drugs
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to anyone who wondered
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what old jebus meant to me
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take him out to go diving
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in red patoka sea
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the brain melts in the twilight
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with the boar and moving trees
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your skin looks good in moonlight
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and god damn those shaky knees
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the fact that my heart's beating
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is all the proof you need
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Steam Engine
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My Morning Jacket |