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Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass |
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Young man lookin' in shadows that pass |
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Poor man lookin' through painted glass |
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Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel |
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Thin man lookin' at his last meal |
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Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield |
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For dignity |
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Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears |
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In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors |
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Lookin' into the lost forgotten years |
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For dignity |
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I went down where the vultures feed |
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Would have got deeper, but there wasn't any need |
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I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of man |
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Wasn't any difference to me |
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Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure |
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Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were |
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Into every masterpiece of literature |
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Blind man breakin' out of a trance |
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Puts both hands in the pockets of chance |
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Hopin' to find one circumstance |
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Of dignity |
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Footprints runnin' across silver sand |
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Steps goin' down into tatoo land |
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Met the sons of darkness and the sons of light |
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In the border towns of despair |
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No place to fade, I got no coat |
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I'm on the rolling river in a jerkin' boat |
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Trying to read a note somebody wrote |
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Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind |
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Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin |
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Bites the bullet and looks within |
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For dignity |
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Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed |
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Dignity never been photographed |
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I went into the red, I went into the black |
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Into the valley of dry-bone dreams |
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So many roads, so much at stake |
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So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of a lake |
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Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take |
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To find dignity |
