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They say the snow came early that winter, that year. |
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A little foundling child on the Sister's stairs. |
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But don't pity me, I'm the lucky one: |
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Oh, can't you see, that's where songs come from. |
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That's where songs come from; that's where steel is forged, |
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For it's in the fire that the blade is born. |
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I'a sole survivor, I'm a fatherless son, |
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But that's ok, that's where songs come from. |
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I've got more scars an' bruises than any boy should, |
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At the hands of a man: said it was for my own good. |
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But that ain't nothin' like the damage you've done: |
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Yeah, you broke my heart, but that's where songs come from. |
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That's where songs come from; that's where steel is forged, |
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For it's in the fire that the blade is born. |
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I'a sole survivor, I'm a fatherless son, |
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But that's ok, that's where songs come from. |
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Instrumental Break. |
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That's where songs come from; that's where steel is forged, |
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For it's in the fire that the blade is born. |
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I'a sole survivor, I'm a fatherless son, |
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But that's ok, that's where songs come from. |
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Yeah, that's ok, that's where songs come from. |
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Instrumental close. |
