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I have fought against my will |
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I have run, I have killed |
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I will walk when I get the chance |
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But I can't climb that crooked fence |
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Won't you hold your head up high |
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Let the sand dry your eyes |
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I have fought against my will |
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And I can't walk, 'cause I have killed |
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I can't walk, 'cause I have killed |
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Home, won't you keep me |
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I have three more mouths to feed |
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Before I fly away from heat |
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I get scared a thousand ways |
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'Cause all the men here have no face |
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I have searched for the land of grace |
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While I counted away the days |
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Nothing but dust here to see |
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It's too late, 'cause I ain't me |
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I ain't me, I ain't me, I ain't me |
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Home, won't you keep me |