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As the only child for a hundred miles |
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Livin' in the land of plenty |
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You could raise your cup any time you want |
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Never find it empty |
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But your plate was flush and you had so much |
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And others had not any |
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As you lay in bed while they shaved your head |
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Now you're one of many |
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Oh and now you're one of many |
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It was hard to breath when you knew no need |
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The crown it lay so heavy |
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At night you slept underneath your bed |
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Both your pistols ready |
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But they stole your robes and now your clothes |
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Won't sell for penny |
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You're free to rest your naked chest |
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No you're one of many |
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Oh and now you're one of many |
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When the sirens cried in the afternoon |
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Did your mouth go dry, did your |
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Was it louder than a drum in an empty room? |
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Did it strike so hard as it rang so true? |
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As a traveler in a wider world |
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The road was never friendly |
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So you turned around, you were homeward bound |
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At the tender age of twenty |
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When you arrived you cried to find |
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Your mother had no memory |
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Once you were her only child |
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Now you're one of many |
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Oh now you're one of many |