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Someone left a child and did not even care |
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Before the first shots of the battle here had even pierced the air |
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They run now like them children to those arms of mother earth |
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To pretend as if there was a day before their very birth |
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Me, I just grab these ropes that me and mine have left behind |
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And I stare up to that mountain that I know we got to climb |
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I keep towin' that line |
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Mmmmmm |
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I keep towin' that line |
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Mmmmmm |
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Down in basements choked with smoke, child, of the past |
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Dreams come up for air down there but they can only gasp |
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All them old men they sit staring as life slips out of their grips |
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Only to fall and disappear beyond their fingertips |
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Me, I just grab these ropes me and mine have left behind |
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And I stare up to demon that you know has got to die |
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I keep towin that line |
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Mmmmmm |
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I keep towin' that line |
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Mmmmmm |
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(break) |
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I keep towin' that line |
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Mmmmmm |
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I keep towin' that line |
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Mmmmmm |
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Down in ditches by that road I call my home |
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All of you come a cussin' now and all just throwing stones |
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Yes they're big men now to settle down and life's so stale and cold |
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As if I could ever do the way they do just as they're told |
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Which should find me living low when the miles have passed me by |
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And it seems that I have left now all that I could love behind |
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I'm just towin' that line |
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Mmmmmm |
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I'm just towin' that line |
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Mmmmmm |
