Close the door on a short night
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Lift the lid on the daylight
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6:09 West Tennessee time
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And I buy all my days
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At the same place where the girl sells her nights
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To a God of ocean tides.
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All night long,
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Writing poems to California
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Melodies of failure
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And the people I have thrown away
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Meanwhile, somewhere west of Carolina
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In a congregation of strangers
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We are digging holes to China
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Then we pray to our reflections
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In the water when it rises
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I said headlights pin the highway down
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Jesus spins the world around
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And I'll spend all my tomorrows coming down
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Goodbye all my days
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I know I said I never loved you
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But I might just try again tonight
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Truck stops and river Gods
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Gas stations of the Cross
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Following a ghost,
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Following a ghost,
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I pray the water wash away
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The memories and the cost
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Cary me South, to the sea
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Along with your memories of me
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We are born in the water
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Now we return to the coloured lights
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And birthday cakes
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Candle wax
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On paper plates
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Breathe the water
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Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye
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You can see through water
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All the way up to the sky
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Gods of water, Gods of rain
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Cover up the sun again
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We are crossing it at the Mississippi line
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And I tried all my days
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To love you just the way you hoped I might,
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But I'm leaving here tonight
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I can't remember yesterday
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I tried, if I said I could I lied
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God Of Ocean Tides
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| Counting Crows |
