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Someday, I hear him calling |
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The broken sound, it slow us down |
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It's gently spoken, it stares us down |
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It opens the ground, the general calling |
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It's, oh, so late to try recalling |
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A staring crowd, overbearing sound |
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Struck in motion |
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A silent stand |
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Recurring plans |
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Keep gently calling |
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A stolen glance |
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A blown chance |
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The general calling |
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I'll give you a word to hold |
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'Cos it covers my whole damn world |
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Any weight left to load |
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Its history on the road |
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Someday, I hear him calling |
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The broken sound, it slow us down |
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It's gently spoken, it stares us down |
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It opens the ground, the general calling |
