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In the times to short to follow |
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A man as cold as steel |
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A work that can only be swallowed |
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By a fire lit kiln |
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Now the times are heavy on their shoulders |
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For the people who pave our ways |
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No more running for the future cause |
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The past is here today |
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For the son of a carpenter |
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I can feel your pain |
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For the son of a carpenter |
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Alone again |
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Decades of sorrow war and grief |
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And to many things going wrong |
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The land is wasted and time is running short for their power is |
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Much too strong |
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For the son of a carpenter |
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I can feel your pain |
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For the son of a carpenter |
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Alone again |
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He has nothing but to be left alone |
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His hands and work should will |
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Be carried on |
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From a third generation son to a |
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Future grandchild |
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The work of a carpenters |
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Makes the whole world smile |
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And to many thing going wrong |
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The land is wasted and time |
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Is running short for the work |
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Of a carpenters will carry on -carry on |
