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The Water's Edge

from A Day Without The Rose by Michael Mazochi

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Well the traveling gypsie voodoo show has cursed the land to claim the water’s gold
And the priests all held a benefit to raise the funds and trade for borrowed time
The beggar held a stolen sign while pointing out the water’s poisoned soul

Well the hole is dark and filled with sins of all the things my daddy’s done
The liberties he threw away now haunt their dreams with suffocating screams
Neath broken skies the prophet speaks of golden children cryin’ alone
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And in the eye of the storm, you find a place to go alone
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The priests were shouting politics and Marxist slogans buried years before
Staring at the beggars face it’s hard to see a thing but need for food
Society unequalled in the scope of crippled crutch and who owns who

The singers sing apocalyptic tales and preach that the end is near
Darwin’s speaking praise to those who line their pockets with the stolen gold
While pacifists will sleep alone on city walls and keep a watchful eye
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And in the eye of the storm, you find a place to go alone
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Lawyers judges congressmen are running to the scene to keep the peace
Between the warring parties who can only see themselves
Even poets break their backs to see exactly what was done

The doctors vomit enigmatic diagnoses but never offer cures
The nurse is hurling medicine at priests and gypsies through the firing squad
Never noticing that all their chemicals wont change the human form
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And in the eye of the storm, you find a place to go alone
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The teachers sell their students short to slave-ships just to keep their pension plans
Security is screaming in the face of all the wars to come
Teaching in their acting role manipulating innocence they’ve lost

Didn’t know my baby was leavin’ for the water’s edge
It’s a long black hole and the bottom is made of gold
Her silhouettes now hanging like the fog before and old familiar storm
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And in the eye of the storm, you find a place to go alone
And in the eye of the storm, you find a place to go alone

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from A Day Without The Rose, released September 1, 2005

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