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Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long |
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I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong |
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Memory is a fickle siren song |
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I didn't understand |
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In the gentle light as the morning nears |
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You don't say a single word of your last two years |
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Well you will be, you've reached the frontier |
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I didn't understand, no |
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See your rugged hands and a silver knife |
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Twenty dollars in your hand makes you hold so tight |
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All the evidence of your vacant life |
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My brother you were born |
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And you will try to do what you did before |
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Pull the wool over your eyes |
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For a week or more |
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Let your family take you back to your original mind |
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There's nothing I can do |
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There's nothing I can do |
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There's nothing I can say |
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There's nothing I can say |
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I can say |
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