When you fell on the rocks
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At a bend in the river
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With the blood from your nose
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Running hot on your fingers
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And through the rest of your life
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The electric charge
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Of a change in the weather
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You are touching my arm
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You are holding a feather
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And then I open my eyes
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And the world goes racing
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Suddenly changed
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As the shock of the exit leaves you trembling
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Like a bursting shell
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In the small of your back
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Or a jaw bites hard
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On a cast of your little line
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And an animal life pulls, surging, away
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And you are back on the road
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Through the worst of the winter
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Through the valley of light
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Passing through like an arrow
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With your vision collapsed
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And a stone from the river
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Like a holy medallion
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Clutching tight in your fingers
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But on the slope, at the edge
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Where you recover your life
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You could stand on the back of a shuddering beam
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With a pistol, firing shots into the air
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You could run in the blood of the sun’s hard rays
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You could drive the mountains down into the bay
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Or go back to the East
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(Where it’s all so civilized)
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Where I was born to the life
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But I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving the life
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I am leaving |