If Jeff Buckley had lived
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And his voice still was heard
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On the weak second album
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And difficult third
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Then the critics, who broke him
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He couldn’t forgive —
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Would grow old and forget him
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If Jeff Buckley had lived
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And there’s a fog growing at the edge of the lake
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And there’s a star falling at the edge of the lake
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And there’s a man praying at the edge of the lake
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And there’s a flicker of religion in the chances you take
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If Jeff Buckley had lived
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There’d have been weeks of sickness
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Acid vomit in his throat
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And awful press pictures
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He’d have turned down half the needy
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Who asked him to give
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And plenty would have cursed him
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If Jeff Buckley had lived
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And there’s a fog growing at the edge of the lake
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And there’s a star falling at the edge of the lake
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And there’s a man praying at the edge of the lake
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And there’s a flicker of religion in the chances you take
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If Jeff Buckley had lived
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He’d have been short on the throne
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And counted his life out
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In an old rockstar’s home
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Where they play 'Hallelujah'
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Every retrospective
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And most wouldn’t know him
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If Jeff Buckley had lived
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And there’s a fog growing at the edge of the lake
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And there’s a star falling at the edge of the lake
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And there’s a man praying at the edge of the lake
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And there’s a flicker of religion in the chances you take
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But there is no salvation at the hands of the fates
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And there is no design to whom death comes to take
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And the faces in the vapour, they are lies and mistakes
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And every day there is a fog there, at the edge of the lake
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And every day there is a fog there, at the edge of the lake |