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And I've come to know the wish list of my father |
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I've come to know the shipwrecks where he wished |
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I've come to wish aloud |
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Among the over-dressed crowd |
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Come to witness now the sinkin' of the ship |
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Throwin' pennies from the sea top next to it |
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And I've come to roam the forest past the village |
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With a dozen lazy horses in my cart |
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I've come here to get high |
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To do more than just get by |
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I've come to test the timber of my heart |
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Oh, I've come to test the timber of my heart |
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And I've come to be untroubled in my seekin' |
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And I've come to see that nothing is for naught |
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I've come to reach out blind |
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To reach forward and behind |
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For the more I seek the more I'm sought |
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Yeah, the more I seek the more I'm sought |
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And I've come to meet the sheriff and his posse |
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To offer him the broad side of my jaw |
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I've come here to get broke |
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Then maybe bum a smoke |
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We'll go drinkin' two towns over after all |
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Oh, we'll go drinkin' two towns over after all |
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And I've come to meet the legendary takers |
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I've only come to ask them for a lot |
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Oh they say I come with less |
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Than I should rightfully possess |
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I say the more I buy the more I'm bought |
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And the more I'm bought the less I cost |
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And I've come to take their servants and their surplus |
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And I've come to take their raincoats and their speed |
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I've come to get my fill |
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To ransack and spill |
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I've come to take the harvest for the seed |
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I've come to take the harvest for the seed |
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And I've come to know the manger that you sleep in |
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I've come to be the stranger that you keep |
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I've come from down the road |
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And my footsteps never slowed |
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Before we met I knew we'd meet |
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Before we met I knew we'd meet |
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And I've come here to ignore your cries and heartaches |
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I've come to closely listen to you sing |
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I've come here to insist |
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That I leave here with a kiss |
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I've come to say exactly what I mean |
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And I mean so many things |
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And you've come to know me stubborn as a butcher |
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And you've come to know me thankless as a guest |
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But will you recognize my face |
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When god's awful grace |
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Strips me of my jacket and my vest |
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And reveals all the treasure in my chest? |