When the Kingdom comes
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He puts his records on
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And with his blistered thumb hits play
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And with the volume up he goes and fills his cup
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And lets the drummer's drum take away the pain
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Breaking, Forsaken...
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What's that you're taking?
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Aaw, needing the feeling
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He lets the records play
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Should the future dim
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A cigarette lights hymn
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Vaporized a green light grin
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And when the shotglass talks
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He knows to listen up
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Until he's nice and numb again
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Shakened, Awakened
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Not one for faking
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Kneeling, his healing
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He lets the records play
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There's wisdom in his ways
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I been down and I fell so hard and far from grace
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I been hurt and I still recall the flaws on her face
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I been off, but I'm on, up above my feet, my feet again
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Shaken, Foresaken
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What's that your taking?
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Aaw, needing the feeling
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He lets the records play
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Shakened, Awakened
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Not one for faking
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Kneeling, his healing
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He lets the records play
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There's wisdom in his ways
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Let The Records Play
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| Pearl Jam |
