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There's a light in the darkness just barely out of view |
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From the corner of your vision it beckons to you. |
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After the crops have all come in amid the stubble and the chaff |
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Keep on walking when it whispers and don't look back. |
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Some say it's the Ghost Train's headlight or poor Wayland Smiths' pyre |
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Some say it's the Will o the Wisp or St. Elmo's fire, |
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Or the ghost of wandering spirits that got lost between the worlds. |
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Keep on walking when they whisper or if the lines begin to blur. |
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When it's done it's said and done. |
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What it's gone it's good and gone. |
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Sometimes there's nothing left to do, |
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But pack it up and move along. |
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I'm not saying don't remember or that all things can be repaired |
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But after the truth's been told where do we go from there? |
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Sorrow is a constant companion we learn just to walk beside. |
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Keep walking when it whispers and don't listen when it lies. |
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When it's done it's said and done. |
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What it's gone it's good and gone. |
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Sometimes there's nothing left to do, |
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But pack it up and move along. |
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There are stories we were told just to keep us in our place. |
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There are stories we made up ourselves to save a little face. |
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There the ones that made us crazy and the ones that kept us sane, |
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Keep on walking if the stories all start to sound the same. |
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When it's done it's said and done. |
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What it's gone it's good and gone. |
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Sometimes there's nothing left to do, |
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But pack it up and move along. |
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When it's done it's said and done. |
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What it's gone it's good and gone. |
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Sometimes there's nothing left to do, |
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But pack it up and move along. |
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Sometimes there's nothing left to do, |
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But pack it up and move along. |
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Sometimes there's nothing left to do, |
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But pack it up and move along. |
