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I see you, try swords
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I feel, I hear.
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This kills.
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If I was really still here,
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There’ll be nothing but the past.
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No spare express, no cheer left
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What I live is my last day.
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Thought past off these fears,
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But I’m off the move away,
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The circle build so small,
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Can hear where my conscience falls,
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You can’t hear it at time.
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A signal transparence,
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I’m not all.
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There’s millions, millions inside this home.
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Somedays are wrong,
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They run into the next, they mong for you.
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And how I’ve worked to do in here,
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There is no real rest,
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How can I still feel tired?
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Is this blowing my mind?
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Is this the long for life?
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Is this the long for life?
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Is this real a conscience fall?
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Conscience Falls
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| Southern Tenant Folk Union |
