I walk in cold rain
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With my telescope in my hand
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I had to go 27,000 miles with this cane
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Now it's broken into pieces
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So little time remains
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I hear these voices in in the air
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And I know they're just repeating
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The language of the land
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And the sky that I survey
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I'm reciting all the verses
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Prayin' straight from the book beside my bed
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It's different now I'm here
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Every question's coming clear
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Yeah I found so many places
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That I don't know where I'm at
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Came right on every story
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And now I can't come back
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And these voices in the aisle
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And I know they're just repeating
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The language of the land
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And the sky that I survey
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Everywhere I have to go
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Is so very far away
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Away
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Yeah, so far away
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Too far away
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I get these voices in my head
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But I know they're just repeating
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The language of the land
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And the sky that I survey
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Everywhere I have to go
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Is so very far away
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I walk in cold rain
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I got my telescope in my hand
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I had to go 27,000 miles with this cane
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But it's broken into pieces
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And so little time remains
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I walk in cold rain
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I walk in cold rain
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Cold rain
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I walk in cold rain
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Cold rain falling down
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I feel the cold rain falling down
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I feel cold rain falling down
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Cold Rain
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| Screaming Trees |
