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I was eight years old when my granddaddy died |
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He that showed me the signs I still miss him sometimes |
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Been a long time ago but his words still ring true |
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Whatever you do be a seeker |
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All these years I have wandered and wherever I roamed |
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I was never alone or forsaken I know |
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Somewhere way out yonder I know I will find |
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That a bright beacon shines for a seeker |
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You can't always believe your eyes |
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It's your heart that sees through all the lies |
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And the first answer follows the first question asked |
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The mystery unmasked by the seeker |
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In a world full of sorrow, hunger and pain |
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It's so hard to explain why I'm still travelin' |
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But there's a new day tomorrow and maybe I'll hold |
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Something brighter than gold to a seeker |
