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Keep your powder dry and warm |
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Thru the coming darkest storm |
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All the fear that's sent your way |
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Thru your eyes you might wash away |
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When you can |
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Still your lantern's strong and bright |
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Even thru the darkest night |
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All those paper tigers |
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All their lies they might have sold you |
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Might be wasted on |
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One so young that you're old again |
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She walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh |
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They can't give you all those things |
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No pot of gold no big brass ring |
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Stay on the road for the night has come |
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Perhaps at dawn we will be like one again |
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All those paper tigers |
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All the lies they might have been sold you |
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Might be wasted on |
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One so young that you're old again |
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Sylvia walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh |
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Still the shock rips you thru every nerve |
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In the bell jar nothing can be heard |
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I would walk with you |
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I would talk with you |
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I would do anything that would get you thru |
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Draw the line for you |
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Take the fifth for you |
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I would stand on a bridge and jump off it too |
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All those paper tigers |
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All the lies they might have told you |
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Might be wasted on |
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One so young that you're old again |
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All those paper tigers |
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All the lies your mother told you |
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Might be wasted on |
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One so young that you're old again |
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She walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh |
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...Dedicated to Slyvia Plath |
