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I'm standin' in the doorway, |
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My head bowed in my hands, |
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Not knowin' where to sit, |
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Not knowin' where to stand. |
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My father looms above me; |
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For him there is no rest. |
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My mother's arms enfold me |
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And hold me to her breast. |
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They say you been out wanderin', |
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They say you travelled far. |
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Sit down, young stranger, |
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And tell us who you are. |
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The room has all gone misty, |
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My thoughts are all in spin. |
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Sit down, young stranger, |
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And tell us where you've been. |
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I've been up to the mountain, |
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I've walked down by the sea. |
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I never questioned no one |
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And no one questioned me. |
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My love was given freely |
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And oftimes was returned. |
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I never came to borrow, |
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I only came to learn. |
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Sometimes it would get lonely |
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But it taught me how to cry, |
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And laughter came too easy |
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For life to pass me by. |
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I never had a dollar |
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That I didn't earn with pride, |
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'Cause I had a million daydreams |
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To keep me satisfied. |
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And will you gather daydreams |
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Or will you gather wealth? |
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How can you find your fortune |
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When you cannot find yourself? |
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My mother's eyes grow misty, |
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There's a tremblin' in her hand. |
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Sit down, young stranger, |
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I do not understand. |
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Now will you try to tell us |
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You've been too long at school, |
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That knowledge is not needed, |
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That power does not rule, |
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That war is not the answer, |
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That young men should not die? |
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Sit down, young stranger. |
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I wait for your reply. |
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The answer is not easy |
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For souls are not reborn. |
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To wear the crown of peace |
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You must wear the crown of thorns. |
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If jesus had a reason |
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I'm sure he would not tell. |
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We treated him so badly, |
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How could he wish us well? |
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The parlor now is empty, |
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There's nothin' left to say. |
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My father has departed, |
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My mother's gone to pray. |
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There's rockets in the meadows |
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And ships out on the sea. |
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The answer's in the forest |
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Carved upon a tree: |
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"John loves Mary." |
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Does anyone love me? |
