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It was not two days, night and a day |
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And I look back at the man |
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I was before |
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A sorry stranger banged up on a shore |
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Your warm arms tore the walls down |
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Your warm arms tore the walls down |
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A devil with the damned things anyway |
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They were of no use, |
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I'm just a frame |
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From there he would watch, watch only |
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Not taking a part in the world |
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Oh, not taking a part in the world |
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I sold my mule, bale of hay |
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These shoes left tattered and worn |
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They'd carry me to heaven or they'd walk straight to a hole |
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I didn't see you coming 'til |
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I heard you there |
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I didn't see you coming 'til |
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I heard you there |
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In one single breath, in two or three words |
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The old man crossed the bridge and down the side |
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And I was left standing holding my sword |
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Dropped it on the ground, |
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I didn't need it anymore |
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Dropped it on the ground, |
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I didn't need it anymore |
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A soul to sink into, washing mine clean |
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I rolled like a hog on holiday |
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Laughing boy laugh, smiling boy smile |
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This was no usual day |
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Mmm, this was no usual day |
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My hunch back over straight back, my eyes on fire |
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Then I finally remembered what living used to be like |
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Playing in the ocean, popping rhythms with your hands |
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Turned the key in the lock and the door swung wide |
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Turned the key in the lock and the door swung wide |
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And what did we find inside? |
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A man with a reinvented view |
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No shirt, no pants, the old hang bird is skinned |
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He's floating in a cooking pot |
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Body's floating in a cooking pot |
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You stabbed me with honesty, passion and peace |
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And a will to move on legs of steel |
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Arms like |
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Popeye and giddy like |
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OliveDancing like a sweet pea with a wide open grin |
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Now I begin retelling the story of a lost boy in chains |
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Saved by a girl |
