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I been singing for so long |
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I go from door to door |
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But it ain't the song |
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I'm singing for |
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I've painted every town |
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The colors |
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I ignore No it ain't the change |
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I'm looking for |
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Mouth of the river, spit out the sea |
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Shake the hands of time |
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Turning the century |
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I been fishing off the dock |
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Every beach and every brook |
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And it felt the same without the hook |
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I been humbled by the maker |
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I been given all |
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I gave And |
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I don't expect, no |
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I ain't asking to be saved |
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I found the combination, |
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I've got the key |
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Standing at the door |
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Turning the century |
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Mouth of the river, spit out the sea |
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Stand for something more |
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Uncommon courtesy |
