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Are you weary my friends |
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Of my comin' 'round |
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Draggin' my chains 'cross your floor |
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You once had a stained glass look in your eye |
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Well, not any more |
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The train moves fast |
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As i walk this track |
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Carryin' sin in my sack |
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Same in the front as it is in the rear |
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He's taken our stripes on his back |
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On down to here |
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I cannot walk if you did not walk |
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I cannot breathe if you did not breathe |
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Sin in my marrow |
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Well this road is so narrow |
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No i cannot walk |
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This road is pure clob |
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On down to here |
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I figured that i would fall |
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Ye well i left it all |
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Sin in my marrow |
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Ye well this road is so narrow |
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I cannot walk |
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My lord this road is pure clob |