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There's a secret stigma, reaping wheel. Diminish, a carnival of sorts. Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel. Stranger, stranger to these parts. Gentlemen don't get caught, cages under cage. Gentlemen don't get caught, Boxcars (are pulling) out of town. Boxcars (are pulling) out of town. Boxcars (are pulling) out of town. (repeat 1st verse and chorus) Cages under, cages under, cages under cage. Cages under, cages under, cages under cage. (repeat chorus) There's a secret stigma, reaping wheel. Stranger, stranger to these parts. Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel. Diminish, stranger. (repeat chorus) |
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| 12. |
| 4:05 |
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When i was young and full of grace And spiriteda rattlesnake. When i was young and fever fell My spirit, i will not tell You're on your honor not to tell I believe in coyotes and time as an abstract Explain the change, the difference between What you want and what you need, there's the key, Your adventure for today, what do you do Between the horns of the day? I believe my shirt is wearing thin And change is what i believe in When i was young and give and take And foolish said my fool awake When i was young and fever fell My spirit, i will not tell You're on your honor, on your honor Trust in your calling, make sure your calling's true Think of others, the others think of you Silly rule golden words make, practice practice makes perfect, Erfect is a fault, and fault lines change I believe my humor's wearing thin And change is what i believe in I believe my shirt is wearing thin And change is what i believe in When i was young and full of grace As spirited a rattlesnake When i was young and fever fell My spirit, i will not tell You're on your honor, on your honor I believe in example I believe my throat hurts Example is the checker to the key I believe my humor's wearing thin And i believe the poles are shifting I believe my shirt is wearing thin And change is what i believe in |
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| 3:29 |
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The time to rise has been engaged You're better best to rearrange I'm talking here to me alone I listen to the finest worksong Your finest hour Another chance has been engaged To throw Thoreau and rearrange You are following this time I beg you not beg to rhyme (blow your horn) Your finest hour (blow your horn) Take your instinct by the reins Your better best to rearrange What we want and what we need Has been confused been confused (blow your horn) Your finest hour (blow your song) Take your instinct by the reins Better best to rearrange What we want and what we need Has been confused been confused (blow your horn) Your finest hour (blow your song) Your finest hour (blow your horn) Your finest hour (blow your song) Your finest hour |
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