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ID is tentative- it's so similar to the Eastern Comma.
Ponkapoag Bog, Blue Hills Reservation, MA. June 25, 2017.
Yes I did, and I started thinking
'Bout my destiny...
And how maybe, maybe just someday
I could repay all the times you sang
All of your warm colors
Have painted all my days
And all of the tragic tears
you took off of my face
'Cause I've fallen off of these train tracks
And nearly seen my death
And I stand here with a song
About to live
This will be my destiny
You will be my song and I will sing
So don't cover up your ears at me
And what I have to tell
I will bet these words, they find you well
I know, I know, when I see it
I will know, it's home
That I'll go, when it's my turn to clock out
It's almost like dreaming,
It's something I can't explain
That it's almost hard to think the same
To try to be a different way
This will be my destiny
You will be my song and I will sing
So don't cover up your ears at me
And what I have to tell...
So you, do you know what it is you do?
I assume that you're thinking,
"Why yes, I do."
Oh I just hope, and I pray
that you change that soon,
And I would hope and pray
If I were you.
Ooh oh oh.
Ooh oh oh oh...
If I were you
If I were you
If I were you
If I were you...
I'd be asking every single person I knew
To gently say a pray for me...
'Cause I will most assuredly die this century
And in this oppertune-filled life that I will leave
I hope to God that I'll live for you and not for me
Woahh oh oh oh ...woahhh...no no no no no...
Oh...
(Can you hear me? Can you hear me now?
Is this thing on? Can you hear me?)
'Cause I am speaking loud and cleaaar!
Woah! Yeah!