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  1. Vision

From the recording View From The Root

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Lyrics

i will learn that i can trust my vision til the end of time

i wish i had a box of courage
i would see the truth behind the lies
tear it from its pale disguise

and i would excavate my sorrow
tear it from my insides through my spine
trail it like the dust behind

pick me up, break me in, get me through the bad times
we can burn all your things, and i will write a letter
to your mother and your father, so you’ll be remembered
as we drift past the sun, that bubbles til the end of time

i wish i had me shotgun vision
i would know just when to draw the line
know when to run the light and pay the fine

i’d be a harbinger of joy and passion
a panacea stretched out through the mire
painted with a brush on fire

pick me up, break me in, get me through the bad times
tell your soul, tell your friends, and i will write a letter
to your teachers and your servants, so you’ll be remembered
as we trip past the sun, that shudders til the end of time

never gonna give it up, never
gonna fight til the fight is...
never gonna give it up
gonna fight til the fight is...
gonna come and get it if gotta have to give it all
come again, come again
i will derive my desire by my insides
every sun, every star i find
i will bleed, i will fly in a straight line

pick me up, break me in, get me though the bad times
tell your moon, tell your wind, and i will write a letter
of your service and your favors, though we’re all forgotten
as we drip past the sun that crumbles til the end of time