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He reads yesterday's news, |
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Cause today's just scares him. |
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Thinks of yesterday's blues, |
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Cause today's are just far too grim. |
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And it grows, on it grows. |
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And I see him down in the morning, |
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Lying blind without no warning. |
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Seen him running through the night, |
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Through the fall lead his enemies inside. |
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And it grows, on it grows. |
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And I'm learning how to walk, |
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Learning how to take my time, |
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Or the angels take him away and, |
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Lay his body six feet 'neath clay, |
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And it grows, on it grows. |
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And I see him burning to dust, |
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Seen him falling through the shadows, |
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Shed a tear and his cheek rusts, |
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Seen him falling through the shadows, |
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And it grows, on it grows. |
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And I'm learning how to walk, |
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Learning how to turn my back, |
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Or the angels take him away and, |
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Lay his body six feet 'neath clay, |
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And it grows, on it grows. |
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I'll walk and then I'll walk, |
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Lord, I'll walk, I'll walk and then I'll walk |
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Lord, I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk |
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I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk |
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Lord, I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk |
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And I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk, Lord, I'll walk |
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And it grows, on it grows. |
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He's as angry as the hills |
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He's got a mind and eyes and both set to kill, oh |
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Maybe that he may learn to walk, |
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And maybe that he may learn to take his time, |
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Maybe that I may learn to walk, |
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Maybe that I may learn to turn my back once more... |
