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Start tearing the old man down |
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Run past the heather and down to the old road |
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Start turning the grain into the ground |
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Roll a new leaf over |
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In the middle of the night there's an old man |
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Treading around in the gathered rain |
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Hey mister if you want to walk on water |
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Would you drop a line my way |
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Omaha |
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Somewhere in middle America |
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Get right to the heart of matters |
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It's the heart that matters more |
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I think you'd better turn your ticket in |
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And leave your money right at the door |
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Start threading the needle |
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Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room |
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Start turning the wool across the wire |
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Roll the new life over |
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In the middle of the night there's an old man |
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Threading his toes through a bucket of rain |
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Hey mister if you want to walk on water |
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You're only going to walk all over me |
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Omaha |
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Somewhere in middle America |
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Get right to the heart of matters |
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It's the heart that matters more |
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I think you'd better turn your ticket in |
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And leave your money right at the door |
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Start running the banner down |
