Too Many Clues In This Room
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The space shuttle ends where the subway begins, there's a tear on the face of the moon.
From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long but there's too many clues in this room.
At best it is said we've been locked deep inside of an old sea man's chest full of charts
where maps are contained and what's left of his brains
when his crew threw his balls to the sharks.
All around the looking glass, dancing to a tune,
sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb which history's shown leads to ruin.
In a word it is said that at times we must fall but the worst of it all was the lies.
We died for the cause just like regular outlaws in the dust of an old lawman's eyes.
In times best forgot, there was peace, there was not, in her pains mother earth came to bloom,
her children were born in the eye of the storm and there's too many clues in this room.
The power that is stored in the no man's land of chance
is the someone who knows what they're doing.
The old soldiers say in their own crusty way, we've got too many troops in this room.
All around the looking glass, dancing to a tune,
sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb which history's shown leads to ruin.
The space shuttle ends where the subway begins, praise the Lord, there's a train leaving soon.
From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long, but there's too many clues in this room..
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