Intro:
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Basing everything I say on the red read words you've been
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sending my way,
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At the end of each day I'll have lent you a phrase that I've read to...
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regret 'til I'm red in the face.
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I won't ask for a cure,
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not for a verse,
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not for a glimpse from the Heavens of Earth,
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or the worst of punishments meant for me first,
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or the reasons I've been here for seasons and turns,
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chasing history round with the birds,
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for the secrets in sounds and the weeping of work.
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And I'll learn of the waiting release,
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or of him the releaser,
commander in chief,
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and police of the purified and of the beasts,
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so what else?
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And beyond and beyond and beyond
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being bonded to flesh,
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And to lessons and questions and tests,
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we might see what's left and what's leaving its weight.
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I won't ask for a cure,
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not for a verse,
Em
not for a glimpse from the Heavens of Earth,
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or the worst of punishments meant for me first,
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or the reasons I've been here for seasons and turns,
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chasing history round with the birds,
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for the secrets in sounds and the weeping of work.
Solo:
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Deep beneath the ocean waves,
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there is a whale or two
as big as you might ever be as small.
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But the wails that a boy brings home
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can be as big as the sea,
little trees, or any ocean breeze.
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Don't make me have to choose which side.
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There ain't no side to take if you're wide
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awake and free.
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Awake and free.
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High above the mountain range
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there is a gull or three
as big as me, maybe twice as strong.
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If I tried to sing 'em this old thing
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they would sing to me a tweedle dee,
or in so many words.
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They can fly about as high as i could ever try
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to never die, or wonder why I do.
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Why I do
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Why I do
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Why I do