| This’ll be my last home
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| But this stream will carry me through
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| But this stream isn’t home no more
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| And truth can make immune
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| If it doesn’t make you wiser
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| Doesn’t make you stronger
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| Doesn’t make you live a little bit
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| What are you doing?
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| And this’ll be my one remorse
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| But this stream’s kept me abused
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| And this stream is a hungry course
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| And time can make it new
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| If it doesn’t make you wiser
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| Doesn’t make you stronger
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| Doesn’t make you live a little bit
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| What are you doing?
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| If it doesn’t make you wiser
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| Doesn’t make you stronger
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| Doesn’t make you live a little bit
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| What are you doing?
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| In these parting days, I am losing all my senses
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| In these timeless days, I can barely see through
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| In this crowded space, I am losing all my senses
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| In these drowned out bays, I can barely see through
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| If it doesn’t make you wiser
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| Doesn’t make you stronger
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| Doesn’t make you live a little bit
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| What are you doing?
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| If it doesn’t make you wiser
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| Doesn’t make you stronger
|
| Doesn’t make you live a little bit
|
| What are you doing?
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| If it doesn’t make you wiser
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| Doesn’t make you stronger
|
| Doesn’t make you live a little bit
|
| What are you doing?
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| If it doesn’t make you wiser
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| Doesn’t make you stronger
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| Doesn’t make you live a little bit
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| What are you doing? |