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I'm coming in, got the wood stove on |
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At the end of a treasured day |
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Take off my hat and shoes |
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And i lay me down |
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Lives been lost and fortunes won |
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A test of the will to survive |
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See where the shadow falls |
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And you stake your claim |
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Chorus |
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I dream of trees and roads |
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I roam across the hills |
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The sky is big, the deepest blue, |
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The clouds like smoky trains |
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News coming in , goes nation wide |
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Not a grain of truth to be heard |
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Lie to an ancient tribe, in their mother tongue |
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Wreaking havoc and wrecking lives |
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Like a ball and chain to the skull |
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Rise see the eagle fly |
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Spirit can't be broken |
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I dream of trees and roads |
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I roam across the hills |
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The sky is big, the deepest blue, |
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The clouds like smoky trains |
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Bridge |
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I dream of trees and roads |
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I roam across the hills |
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The sky is big, the deepest blue, |
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The clouds like smoky trains |