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Standing on my land, I feel like a stranger. |
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I hope you know how I feel now while I'm singing this blues.. |
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You know that I'm strong. But I don't have the power. |
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I must have lost it somewhere somehow along the cliffs.. |
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At the breaks of day I fall down like the timbers. |
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And afraid not any more wake to see the horizon neath the rainbow bridge.. |
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Oh I roared ! oh yes! I'd been roaring out loud thunders. |
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Till now we really need is lightening to lit the road to the mountain-ma-ma, |
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and the old old heart.. |