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Traveling man |
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We crossed lines |
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I shared a few words on my mind |
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He looked at me |
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laughed and sang a silly song |
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Traveling man walked away the fool |
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Traveling man, traveling man. |
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The bliss of the fool is dance of the Damned |
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Well he did some time, I was there by his side |
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I was always on his mind. |
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Day and night he kept hearing my words |
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"Don't bring the man back to the van". |
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Traveling man, traveling man. |
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Don't bring that man back to your van. |
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Mmmmmm... |
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Tempe, Arizona: we meet again. |
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I saw the boots of a traveling man |
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Out on the street, it's a warm and dusty land |
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His eyes told the story of a wiser man. |
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Traveling man, traveling man. |
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The bliss of the fool is dance of the Damned |
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Traveling man, traveling man. |
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Don't bring that man back to the van. |
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Mmmmmm... |
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Ride on! |
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Ride on, ride on |
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Goes the traveling man. |
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Ride on! |
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Ride on! |
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Ride on. |
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You ride on. |
