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There is verity found |
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In the dwellers of your old home |
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That you are not what you own |
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Though you're not bound to what you dream |
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And I'm never minding to be told |
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That you're equal to the horse you hold |
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And you ought to send them running |
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I will be |
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A part of on what I lean |
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At any given time |
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And if I'm what's running in my mind |
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Then I'm both cruel and kind |
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There's a cause |
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And it's easy to see you've not won |
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When you have only stuck to your guns |
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And your own drum you're beating |
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Where there's gold |
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There's sweat that's shining off a horn |
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The darling's piss you hear every morning |
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And that's what I'm taking with me |
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I will be |
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A part of on what I lean |
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At any given time |
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And the view |
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The view will fall off again |
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Further from our mind |
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And I will be gone |
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A part of what I leaned on |
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At any given time |
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And if I'm just the word love in my mind |
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Then I'm both cruel and kind |
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Anytime |
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And I will be part |
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Of |
