I wasn't there. / But I heard that there were flowers in his hair / Though not yet born to her, / I hear there was something magic about the way she held her own / I know it's hard for the young ones / I know it / Acutely, I heard it / Race me through this heart-broken town / Bang your boots and keep your head down / Race me through the heart of this broken town / I use the voices of sandmen / to bring you home / I know it's wrong, you're a young one I know it/ Acutely, I hear it / ........................... Now I make you pray / Now I make you pray like there's a God--- I know it's hard for the young ones / I know it........ And you are from the earth, and I am from the grave------and little things like that matter so much, when there's a blanket of gauze and it covers the scars......You will die, because what I have is always tangible, early morning-glories---rising up before Dawn, before I have a chance to say---- where I put my heart for you....... And little things like that matter so much, especially when there's a blanket of sighs and it covers the stars......
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