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Sun setsī cross the ocean
Iīm a thousand miles from anywhere
My pocketbook and my heart both just got stolen
And the sun acts like she donīt even care
The wind blows cold when you reach the top
It feels like someoneīs face is stuck to the bottom of my shore
I got a plastic Jesus, a cordless telephone for every corner of my room
Got everybody but you telling me what to do
But Iīve been down so long
Ooh, it canīt be longer still
Iīve been down so long
that the end must be drawing near
I look to everybody but me to answer my prayers
īTil I saw an angel in a bathroom who said she saw no one worth saving anywhere
And a blind man on the corner said itīs simple, like flipping a coin
Donīt mater what side it lands on if itīs someone elseīs dime
But Iīve been down so long
Ooh, it canīt be longer still
Weīve been down so long
That the end must be drawing near
I take a trip, I catch a train, I catch a plane
I got a ticket in my hand
And then a man takes my money
And like cattle we all stand
But weīve been down so long
Ooh, it canīt be longer still
Weīve been down so long
The end must be . . .
I know the end must be. . .
Oh, I know the end must be drawing near
Oh the end. . .
Oh the end. . .
Oh the end. . .
Translate to:
Sun setsī cross the ocean
Iīm a thousand miles from anywhere
My pocketbook and my heart both just got stolen
And the sun acts like she donīt even care
The wind blows cold when you reach the top
It feels like someoneīs face is stuck to the bottom of my shore
I got a plastic Jesus, a cordless telephone for every corner of my room
Got everybody but you telling me what to do
But Iīve been down so long
Ooh, it canīt be longer still
Iīve been down so long
that the end must be drawing near
I look to everybody but me to answer my prayers
īTil I saw an angel in a bathroom who said she saw no one worth saving anywhere
And a blind man on the corner said itīs simple, like flipping a coin
Donīt mater what side it lands on if itīs someone elseīs dime
But Iīve been down so long
Ooh, it canīt be longer still
Weīve been down so long
That the end must be drawing near
I take a trip, I catch a train, I catch a plane
I got a ticket in my hand
And then a man takes my money
And like cattle we all stand
But weīve been down so long
Ooh, it canīt be longer still
Weīve been down so long
The end must be . . .
I know the end must be. . .
Oh, I know the end must be drawing near
Oh the end. . .
Oh the end. . .
Oh the end. . .