I went down to the liquor store
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And bought some more liquor
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I drank myself to sleep in a starry night
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Hoping that I would drown
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In all the ocean's sound
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I swam into it's depths with my eyes closed tight
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Hoping I would see the light
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Well I built a fire with both my hands
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And watched it burn the land
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I planted seeds in ashes
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Just to see if it would grown again
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Took a train to outer space
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To see if I could find a place
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Where I could watch the sweet sun burn the scars off my face
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Hoping I would see the light
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Well the rain came down without a sound
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And flowers sprouted from the ground
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How can I not speak of God when all I see is this mirage
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We pick up guns and we kill our own
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Oh this road leads so far from home
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I pray to the angel of fire
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To burn this mess until it dies
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At the top of the hill
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At the feet of the tree
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I found the truth in an apple seed
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Who would've known
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That when it had grown
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I could see all the stars and all the cosmos
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Some say I'm sick and some call me mad
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They say I've lost all that I've had
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True I am mad for the light, for the spark
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That resides in the deepest depths of my heart
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Liquor Store
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Trevor Hall |