| The shy and lonely hunter
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| Who stalks across my chest
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| Says «I'm only seeking glory,» yeah
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| But glory never gives you any
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| Rest: me to your body in an arm chair
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| Wrest: me to the corner of your bed
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| Rest: we in the place we share our tenderness
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| It’s there I’ll rest my head another night
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| Lights at the end of the hallway
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| Will lead you to the back of the bar
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| Where cloudy headed, late for bed
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| You wonder where those fleeting families
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| Are: you, living somewhere on the west coast
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| Are: you, just a figment of my mind
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| Aren’t you the one who always told me
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| «boy, it’s easier with time» to be the
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| Saddest sound in a lullaby
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| Speck of sand in your daddy’s eye
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| Broke my heart to so much as try
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| To live the life that lay before me
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| So you step tender when you don’t run
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| So you surrender to everyone
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| So you remember the place you’ve come to
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| Don’t forget the world adores you, said
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| «I am but my body: heart and shaking skin.»
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| How ever will you find a safe place where
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| You never let anyone into the space where you
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| Keep all your timid questions, like
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| «Can I kiss you one more time before I go?»
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| Though I know the world is full of hopeless suggestions
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| It’s us who get caught in the undertow, don’t you know
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| We were born on a moving train
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| We took form in the pouring rain
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| We try hard, but come short of explaining
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| That lives are for living and hearts are for changing
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| Forget, an instant, to stay the same!
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| Not us nor mountains go as they came!
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| All the things we’ll refuse to be framed in
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| From what we’ve been given to what’s rearranging, yeah |