You could break me by the bones
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until you break me inside
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You could drag me from my home
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and lay me down by the riverside
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Where there was lie in your eyes
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now we read by the night
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And still nothing's moved
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even denying what's true
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You might have all the facts
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but the truth is truth
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no matter how you act
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If it takes you, it takes you
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takes you home
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And if it takes you, takes you
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takes you home
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And if it tries to take you
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it takes you home home
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And if it takes you, it takes you
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takes you home
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You could take me on my own
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until you break me inside
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What's been divided by walls
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is now divided by night
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In my sleeping bag
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the metaphor of darkness, it's a light
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But it's all up to you
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even denying what's true
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You might claim to have the facts
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but the truth is truth
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no matter how you act
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If it takes you, it takes you
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takes you home
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And if it takes you, it takes you
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takes you home
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And if it tries to take you
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takes you home
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And if it takes you, it takes you
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takes you home
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If It Takes You Home
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| Idlewild |
