| It was a purple-purple sky and an orange-orange moon
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| And everyone was whistling the same damn tune
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| Except Brian, Brian staired out across the field
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| And watch the horizon blossom to cop a field
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| Over the edge of the world
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| The one they’re all afraid to walk
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| Ration out the why they’re so high on the small talk
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| But Brian knows where the crows all go
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| To find the if’s, and the and’s and the but’s and also’s
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| If I could run through the woods, and speed like the light
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| I? |
| d find the answers to why, and be back by tonight
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| If I could fly through the fog and look at this rock
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| I? |
| d figure out how to keep Hell off of my block
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| But as it stands, I stay content
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| Tryin? |
| to be the magic man, and pay my rent
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| Wishing that Brian would turn me on to the secrets he sought
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| While we keep burning the dawn, just to keep the day hot
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| If I could ask you one question, I? |
| d ask where you went
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| You could teach me a lesson every time I got bent
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| But the alcohol don’t make me forget about it all
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| Doesn’t matter the season the leaves can still fall
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| They slipped hidden messages within the cards that were dealt
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| I understand myself and all of the sorrow I felt
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| For as simple as I’am how’d it get so complex
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| Got me studying the margins and disregarding the text
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| I open the curtins and listen to the traffic go
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| But I still get nervous each time my peace passes go
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| The residue is thick and the memory fails
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| I still laugh 'cause the path feels a lot like a trail
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| If I could run through the woods, and speed like the light
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| I? |
| d find the answers to why, and be back by tonight
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| If I could fly through the fog and look at this rock
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| I? |
| d figure out how to keep Hell off of my block
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| But as it stands, I stay content
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| Tryin? |
| to be the magic man, and pay my rent
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| Wishing that Brian would turn me on to the secrets he sought
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| While we keep burning the dawn, just to keep the day hot
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| We used to be a couple of pimps walking the hallways with pride
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| Drunk or sober, life was nothing short of rollercoaster rides
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| Trip to the clubs, now the skull to the rhythm
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| All we wanted out of life was what was given
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| And when you passed I wanted to take back the time we wasted
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| I’d trade all the buzzes in for one more conversation
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| We can sit in the shade and discuss the meaning of sacred
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| Cause I can’t see the garden no more, just the avens
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| But the wind still blows and the plains still grow
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| And I wish your name was on the guest list at my shows
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| I got to believe you can see me run up on my freedom
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| Cause you got to meet up with the son before you got to meet my son
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| Bridge (x2):
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| And when I see lightning, feels like my buzz is heightning
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| Everytime I feel the sun, I can smell the love
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| And when I smell the air I can hear a child trying
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| But everytime I hear a river I think the mother is crying |