remember everything i told you
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keep it in your heart like a stone
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and when the winds have blown things round and back again
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what was once your pain will be your home
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all around the table the white haired men have gathered
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spilling their sons' blood like table wine
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(spilling their sons' blood)
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remember everything i told you
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everything in its own time
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the music whispers you in urgency
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hold fast to that languageless connection
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a thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen
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dangling from inside the fifth direction
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(dangling from inside the fifth direction)
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boys around the table are mapping out their strategies
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kings all of mountains one day dust
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a lesson learned a loving god and things in their own time
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in nothing more do i trust
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we own nothing
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nothing is ours
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not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars
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but this poverty is our greatest gift
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(nothing is ours)
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the weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift
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(the weightlessness as things begin to shift)
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remember everything i told you
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(remember everything i told you)
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keep it in your heart like a stone
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(keep it in your heart like a stone)
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and when the winds have blown things round and back again
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(when the winds have blown things round)
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what was once your pain will be your home
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everything in its own time
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everything in its own time
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oh
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oh
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oh
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oh
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everything in it's own time
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Indigo Girls |