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Oh I was sent to find the lonesome place |
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Where I was lost but left to trace |
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By carving riddles on the lonesome vine. |
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Oh but rumor has it that I wasn't born, |
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I just walked in one frosty morn. |
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Into the vision of some vacant mind. |
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Oh once I held a pony by its flying mane, |
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And once I called the shadow in the turning game |
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But I will fight this stranger that you should fear |
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So I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear |
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Aww Xavier's on the border of the sun |
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swings on the chambers of your guns. |
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And tries to shoot the chord and light the path. |
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Aww but hell I'm just a blind man on the plains, |
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I drink my water when it rains, |
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and live by chance among the lightning strikes. |
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Oh once I held a glacier to an open flame |
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and once I felt like wildcat in the fallen game. |
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But I will fight this stranger that you should fear |
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so I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear. |
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Oh the singers on the edge to feed the canyons mouth |
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they will go on forever til they sing you out of time. |
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But I will fight this stranger that you should fear |
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so I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear. |
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Oh the singers on the edge to feed the canyons mouth |
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they will go on forever til they sing you out of time. |
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But I will fight this stranger that you should fear |
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so I won't be a burden of tomorrow dear. |
