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All other ground is sinking sand A dying maze of desert land Where darkness rules the heart of man Till the sun shines light on him Lord of all, show
and anger, even so Things rush on, fleeing, changing, never facing it, straight on To all things under creation... Never facing it, straight on Day the Earth Caught Fire
Tonight I'm sending you a message This is the end of an era, the end of second chances In the face of defeat, I'm winning Yet you still have so much left
Everything you say is so So predictable and small I don't want to hear you Every conversation costs Too much time that I have lost Just by standing near
on the other side Coming around, it's coming around It's coming, no doubt I see it coming around I see it coming around I see it coming around At the end of the day
Every morning there's a warning that you follow It's getting harder you know To fill the moments of the morning They're so hollow, fill up on empty and
Well, it's time to head out, gotta find my place to rest Before the sun goes down in the darkness of the west If I rest my head, would I have to lay
until' the end I see you through the flood See you through the fire See you through the storms-a-ragin' I see you through the flood See you through the fire
Bring rivers in this wasteland Clouds into this sky Bring springs of life into the wells that have been run dry Rise up in this city Gather in this
Bring rivers in this wasteland Clouds into this sky Bring springs of life into the wells That have been run dry Rise up in this city Gather in this light
Noticed the way you cut and move kind of reminds me Of back in the day caught in my room running from myself Digging for lights inside the hole of my
Just a mother and sons livin' under the gun Bruises on their backs were just another Sign of the push and the shove and the lack of the love On the side
now, anyone at all Is anybody here now? Have you come and gone With both heart strings torn Looking for true love and more Any day may be the day of
Rather be strange, rather be ugly Rather be not quite right then part of the lovely Rather be plain, pushed aside and lonely Than to be carried by all
Never look back, never let it go Do the graveyard dance at the midnight show? Begging for the chance, got my finger on the trigger Gonna make a bigger
Searched for you high and low on endless city streets From New York to New Orleans Over the mountain tops through hills of Tennessee I've walked the miles
