What's the difference from a Saturday night
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Where the light spreads dark around the drunk hearts
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In their headless hallways where bodies are
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put on the market place
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To happiness endlessly taking pills
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With the young going down
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I see nothing or nowhere
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I know what I've found
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Must be in paradise
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Next year we will live in the country
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With our money, by day the sky builds
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Doing our laundry and renting us some random machines
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Getting our religion and sex on the TV
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Assumptions made simply to get away
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Everyone old is already with me
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On tiny decks enjoying midsummer weather and friendly company
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And in their picture frames there you and I will be
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Knowing what we've found
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Enough to get away
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Knowing what we've found
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Enough to get away
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Knowing what we've found
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Enough to get away
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Knowing what we've found
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Enough to get away
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Bright drops of blood so my thoughts are
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I turn to lie down but sleep stays far
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I'm just an echo of the song going through my head
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The light behides the ghost
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But I'm the one that's dead
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And I think of who you be
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When you're here with me
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Maybe it's a spiritual disease
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Sliding through shoots of oblivion into infinity
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Back into our maker's hands
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No more rain or controversy
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Knowing what we've found
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Enough to get away
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Knowing what we've found
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Enough to get away
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Knowing what we've found
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Enough to get away
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Knowing what we've found
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Enough to get away
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Enough To Get Away
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Joseph Arthur |