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Put their shoulders to the big wheel |
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Work their fingers to the bone |
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Take their pleasures in the future |
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Put it down and bring it home |
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Walk around into the sundown |
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Looking for an honest man |
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Gentle people seeing too much |
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Aching to be what they can |
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Angels, tired angels |
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Tired down inside their shoes |
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All wanting grace |
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They live again, rhythym lines on the king of Gondor's face |
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Children, gentle children |
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Gentle leaving to the wars |
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They found their place |
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And live again, their rhythym lives on the king of Gondor's face |
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Sinking down into the lame words |
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Overflowing with their sorrows |
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Praying for it all to cease fire |
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Saturated with desire |
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Standing up to all the brave men |
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Laughing hollow at the day's end |
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Walking back and give a handshake |
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This is just another bad break |
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Chorus |