Bush — Forty Miles From The Sun

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There is nowhere left to hide.
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There is nothing to be done.
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No people to be saved.
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No pets were never named-forty miles from the
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sun.
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As darkness craves the mind.
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We'll come undone without our pride.
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No time on earth to come.
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All the pleasures just begun-forty miles from
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the sun.
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In our coats beneath the layers.
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Wash my skin of all the hate.
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We should sleep in late.
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Everything just kind of grates-forty miles from
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the sun.
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I need to loose to make it right.
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I'll confront the stars tonight.  I
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will babble I will bite.
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You'll never know how much you shine-forty
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miles from the sun.