| Let him come into the city
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| Let him find his lucky penny
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| Let him put it in his pocket
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| And shake it all around
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| I’ve been to pretty buildings, all in search of you
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| I have lit all the candles, sat in all the pews
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| The desert had been done before, but I didn’t even care
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| I got sand in both my shoes and scorpions in my hair
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| I saw that
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| Oh the distance is not doable
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| In these bodies of clay my brother
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| Oh the distance, it makes me uncomfortable
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| Guess it’s natural to feel this way
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| Oh, let’s hold out for something sweeter
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| Spread your wings and fly
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| My car became the church and I
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| The worshiper of silence there
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| In a moment peace came over me
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| And the one who was beating my heart appeared and
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| Oh the distance is not doable
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| In these bodies of clay my brother
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| Oh the distance, it makes me uncomfortable
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| Guess it’s natural to feel this way
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| Oh, are we locked into these bodies?
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| Let’s hold out for something sweeter
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| Spread your wings and fly
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| Oh, are we locked into these bodies?
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| Are we anything at all?
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| Let’s hold out for something sweeter
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| Spread your wings and fly
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| This distance is dreaming
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| We’re already there tonight |