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Rush Snakes Arrows

I've got my own moral compass to steer by A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky And all the preaching voices Empty vessels dream so loud As they move

Though we might have precious little It's still precious I like that song about this wonderful world It's got a sunny point of view And sometimes I feel

Whoa, whoa If we're so much the same like I always hear Why such different fortunes and fates Some of us live in a cloud of fear Some live behind iron

The best we can agree on Is it could have been worse What happened to your old Benevolent universe? You know the one with stars That revolve around you

How many times Do we tire of all the little battles Threaten to call it quits Tempted to cut and run How many times Do we weather out the stormy evenings

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: Driving away to the east, and into the past History receeds in my rear-view mirror Carried on a wave of music down a desert road Memory drumming at

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: The snakes and arrows a child is heir to Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And leave the darker places unexplored