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Tell the World
Tell Saint Elliott, I left to find the truth
thought I saw it sittin' by the riverbed
tell him please, not to waste all his youth
on wandering trails that he's already tread
Tell Sweet Eva-May, I'm gone forevermore
my ticket has expired, and my tale's are told
tell her please, when there's snow on the shore
that no one by her side would even notice the cold
If fate decides that we'll never meet again
even though I'll always try to fight it
look to the sky and the breeze will tell you when
the embers of hope are no longer ignited
The road is heavy and the past is wearing thin
the fortunes that were once are now just fantasies
the water, it rose, till it flowed by my chin
and the land that I called home is drowning, can't you see?
