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Whistling over trestles |
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And past the graveyard sign |
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We cast our wayward line |
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Inside a wishing well |
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We've just a wish and an empty vessel |
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A hole to fill with days |
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On a road where children stray |
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Then pray there is no hell and as for heaven, well |
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If seeing, if seeing is believing |
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I'll believe it, believe it when |
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I see itI'll believe it when |
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I see itWith my own two eyes |
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This ain't no random shuffle |
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There's reason in these rhymes |
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A season and a time |
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In a climate of fear and blood |
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In the tavern two men did scuffle |
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Their drunken battle moaned |
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They groaned like cattle groan |
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No diamonds here in the rough and as for peace and love |
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If seeing, if seeing is believing |
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I'll believe it, believe it when |
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I see itI'll believe it when |
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I see itWith my own two eyes |
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And when faced with a difficult decision |
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Would you listen to your heart or mind? |
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We're bound to waste all our free will and ambition |
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If we got no vision and we got no spine and as for peace of mind |
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If seeing, if seeing is believing |
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I'll believe it, believe it when |
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I see itI'll believe it when |
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I see itWith my own two eyes |
