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This is the voice of someone |
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Calling from a lonely hill |
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To the hard of hearing |
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For those who never will |
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A long legged someone |
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Seen walking away from home |
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Look a vacant dreamer |
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Walking alone alone |
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Ways that turn and turn |
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Which is what we'd learn |
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As suffering believers |
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In the book of badgeman brown |
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They've dropping like flies |
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In a suburban house |
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From a lack of anything |
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Anything to keep their hands in |
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And the town keeps screaming |
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From a lonely hill |
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Another lack of people |
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Those who never will |
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Ways that turn and turn |
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Which I what we'd learn |
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As suffering believers |
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In the book of badgeman brown |
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This is the voice of someone |
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Calling from a lonely hill |
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for the heard of hearing |
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For those who never will |
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The days will turn and turn |
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Which is what we'd learn |
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As average believers |
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In the book of badgeman brown |
