I lost everything I thought I had,
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I lost everything that made me sad,
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but nothing is nothing and I know that,
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nothing is nothing and I ain't glad.
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Well I'm on the road for the book of truths,
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I'm on the search for silver loot,
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the maps are drawn all through the skies,
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I see the signs in strangers eyes.
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And all the animals are gone,
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all the animals are gone,
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Woah-oh, woah-oh,
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You are a good sign,
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that now is a good time,
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Woah-oh, woah-oh,
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you are a good sign,
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that now is a good time.
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Saddle up your palomino,
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Grab it all we'll go to Rio,
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Nothing is nothing and I know that,
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Nothing is nothing and I ain't glad.
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Let the storms all through your clothes,
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let the ink run down your nose,
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a whole life for you to see,
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maybe that's how it's supposed to be.
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And all the animals are gone,
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all the animals are gone,
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Woah-oh, woah-oh,
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You are a good sign,
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that now is a good time,
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Woah-oh, woah-oh,
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you are a good sign,
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that now is a good time.
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And all the animals are gone,
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all the animals are gone,
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Woah-oh, woah-oh,
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You are a good sign,
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that now is a good time,
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Woah-oh, woah-oh,
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you are a good sign,
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that now is a good time.
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Animals
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| Lisa Mitchell |
