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Going To The Rye
Sleeping in a broken home full of despair,
Tobacco, smoke and broken cans of beer
I made my mind to leave for good,
Pack my bags, run away far as I could
A red hunting hat kept me warm in the night,
Apart from the great bear I saw blurry lights
Somewhere in the stage of a lonely bar,
I saw her sing and play her guitar
But then I kept and went on my way,
A voice ever sweet calmly fading away.
I woke to the sound of waves crashing the sea, in a ruined chapel by a beach,
Sitting on a rock was a friend whom I hadn't seen in years and we talked until
I remembered he was gone and all of this was but a dream so lucid
The flowers were yellow and the sun was shy,
There was this girl dancing in the middle of the rye,
Clothed in the light I thought that she was my quest,
I went up to her and said, "Good morning, my princess"
Her hand in mine we came across a stream,
She pointed towards a place for my requiem,
Dew drops and the breeze made me quiver,
As I felt the Lord walk with me in the still river
And as I stood on a hill facing the town and began to scream,
The mountains gave me hope that I could follow my dream.
Tobacco, smoke and broken cans of beer
I made my mind to leave for good,
Pack my bags, run away far as I could
A red hunting hat kept me warm in the night,
Apart from the great bear I saw blurry lights
Somewhere in the stage of a lonely bar,
I saw her sing and play her guitar
But then I kept and went on my way,
A voice ever sweet calmly fading away.
I woke to the sound of waves crashing the sea, in a ruined chapel by a beach,
Sitting on a rock was a friend whom I hadn't seen in years and we talked until
I remembered he was gone and all of this was but a dream so lucid
The flowers were yellow and the sun was shy,
There was this girl dancing in the middle of the rye,
Clothed in the light I thought that she was my quest,
I went up to her and said, "Good morning, my princess"
Her hand in mine we came across a stream,
She pointed towards a place for my requiem,
Dew drops and the breeze made me quiver,
As I felt the Lord walk with me in the still river
And as I stood on a hill facing the town and began to scream,
The mountains gave me hope that I could follow my dream.
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