Iron Eyes Cody - The Distance

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Bloodstains on faded pictures
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And it comes in waves
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As the shouts turn into whispers
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Thoughts keep running through her brain
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Make the pounding in her heart beat quicker
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Says it all comes down to the run-around
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And as a book slips in her fingers
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Says I don’t really think the drugs they've got can pull it off
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So I’m gonna sell my blood to a man I met in Simon’s Rock
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He’s got a plan to put me in a diamond top
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And make a grand playin' geriatric glam nostalgia rock

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Shaken to the core
Breaks in the door
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Makes out twenty-five laying on the floor
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All praying to the Lord

But the praying’s ignored
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Saying that they should’ve been praying before
And he won’t

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And  woke that night to the rains of nuclear war and
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And she said oh my soul’s gotten cold and lost
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And I’m throwing it out

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Oh, won’t you go
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Make the most of a bad existence
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‘Cause you’re so much older than she ever planned to live with
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And she says: Everybody knows the difference
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Between right to try and a life of lies
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And if you go the distance, go the distance
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I’ll fall behind

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Eighteen with a sex addiction
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And he states his dreams in written online erotica fiction
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Accounts of places he ain’t been
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About relationships and vision
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Types: Tomorrow night’s been a long time coming
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If they’d have only listened

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Shaking in the night, wakes and he writes
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Twenty-five ways you can waste your life
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Says he takes what he likes
Breaks with the light
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Makes for Boston with his fate decided
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Says he prays that every thought’s been pre-assigned to him
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‘Cause it’s blinding to know
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Oh my soul’s gotten cold and lost
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And I’m throwing it out

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Oh, won’t you go
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Make the most of a bad existence
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‘Cause you’re so much older than she ever planned to live with
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And she says: Everybody knows the difference
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Between right to try and a life of lies
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And if you go the distance, go the distance

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I’ll fall behind
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I'll fall behind