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Innocence, it don't come easy - in a sense it never will

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Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed

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So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one's going

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And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road

        

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As I go on

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Wondering if I've got a soul and

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Counting down the hours 'til it goes



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On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where

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I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there

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And a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,

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Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed

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But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95

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To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive

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I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves

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But not with interference from the power lines above



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As I go on

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Wondering if I've got a soul and

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Counting down the hours 'til it goes

        

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And oh, precautions, yes precautions

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But if you're playing with a gun, you could kill someone

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And in the dark it's hard to know a friend

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But I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry

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As I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand

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And I'm thinking about New England, and I'm missing old Japan

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And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold

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And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old?



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As I go on

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Wondering if I've got a soul and

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Counting down the hours 'till it goes