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I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride |
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With sword and pistol by my side |
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Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade |
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Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade |
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The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five |
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But I am still alive. |
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I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide |
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And with the sea I did abide. |
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I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico |
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I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow |
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And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed |
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But I am living still. |
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I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide |
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Where steel and water did collide |
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A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado |
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I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below |
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They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound |
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But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and |
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around and around |
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I fly a starship across the Universe divide |
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And when I reach the other side |
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I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can |
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Perhaps I may become a highwayman again |
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Or I may simply be a single drop of rain |
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But I will remain |
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And I'll be back again, again..and again and again and again |
