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So slip away and take your happy home
Burn bright through the night, your pockets lead the way
To doors that go between the walls we trace today
To doors with names before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home
My carpenter′s out and running about
And barking in the street
My pockets are out and running about
And barking in the street to show where I have been
Burn bright through the night, your pockets lead the way
To doors that go between the walls we trace today
Raise the walls with childish laws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side, the other serves you best
My carpenter's out and running about
And barking in the street
My pockets are out and running about
And barking in the street to show where I have been
The air will bring the heat and we′ll take flight
Listen to your heart
Listen to your heart
Listen to your heart
Raise the walls with childish laws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side, the other serves you best
To doors with names before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home
My carpenter's out and running about
And barking in the street
My pockets are out and running about
And barking in the street to show where I have been
My pockets are out and running about
And barking in the street to show where I have been
My pockets are out and running about
And barking in the street to show where I have been
Listen to your heart
Listen to your heart
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Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
