Cosmic queries chords by Willis earl beal

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Intro 1

That Ground station

Verse 1
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wagon rolls along
Through effervescent morning
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air
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The rimless tires,
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they are spinning strong
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The faded crescent hanging
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up there
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Tears are flowing down
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my cheeks
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While I'm hanging out of the back
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We are traveling beyond the week
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The line between can't be intact
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Sapphire melts into fluorescent gold
Behind evergreens grown in the grove
While in another place,
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there's another face
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Feeling warm from an antique
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stove
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Oatmeal with cinnamon and butter
Boiling low upon the flame
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Allowing zeal to be the gutter,
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Carver of our wooden frame.
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Cosmic queries clean the clocks
Of the ticks and of the tocks
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Running rampant from the feast
To the never local rocks
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She is smiling on the roof
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With her hand out to ward the edge
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So beguiling yet aloof
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She will draw you to the ledge
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With her hair like black crow feathers,
her face an orb of ivory
Her skin it blends into the background
of some vacant reverie
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She can see throughout the city
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from eyes of old or eyes of young
A breath is coursing through the air
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And in each an d  every lung
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The sky marshmallow, melted white
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Swirling above the metro grey
Muted mayhem takes the night
Where solitary stroll astray
Sleep is stalling, listless loo
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And dreamy emmy iris too
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Smokin' squares beside the plumb
With nothing better said to do
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Cosmic queries clean the clocks
Of the ticks and of the tocks
Running rampant from the feast
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To the never local rocks
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Tasers in the field of dreams,
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shock those who wander its seas.
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Life so journeying for an understanding goon,
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laborious pondering will imprison us soon.
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Can we take flight?
Can we abscond?
Is there a portal left in
this foreign realm?
Is there some transcendental train
for the ones who are none?
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None, as in no one, for we are nothing,
and nothing is everything.
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We are heroes, we are fiends, in this field of dreams,
where the lone cherubim of exile
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doth sing.
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We will fly this wretched war we wrought,
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though presently we are hopeless, it seems.
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