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How much can a man really take |
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When he's pushed himself too far ? |
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He knows that his mind is on the break |
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And he's trying to reach that star. |
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How many times have I seen him fall ? |
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How many times ? Too many to recall |
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Come on home. |
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He left his home in search of his soul |
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A many miles he did travel |
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Towards the East and distant shores |
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For the mystery of life to unravel |
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And many wondrous sights he did see |
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While passing through those lands |
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But he cast a shadow deep and long |
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Across the moving sands. |
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How much can a man really take |
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When he's pushed himself too far ? |
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He knows that his mind is on the break |
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And he's trying to reach that star. |
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How many times have I seen him fall ? |
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How many times ? Too many to recall |
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Come on home. |
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Fate was about to deal him a card |
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From the bottom of the pack |
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And he met his end in fair Nepal |
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With a dagger in his back |
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So raise up your eyes and see |
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That angel in the sky |
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And remember when you're searchin' for your soul |
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You're searchin' for to die. |
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How much can a man really take |
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When he's pushed himself too far ? |
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He knows that his mind is on the break |
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And he's trying to reach that star. |
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How many times have I seen him fall ? |
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How many times ? Too many to recall |
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Let's go. |
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Oh yeah, come on home, come on home |
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Got to get on home ... |