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I heard grandpa on my transistor radio, |
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Though he turned in his bones twenty years ago, |
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And he said, "Kid, theres something that I'd like to show you, |
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Get your things, its time for us to go" |
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So I grabbed my backpack, my flashlight, and a bag of caramel corn, |
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I got my bicycle, and the radio, and I had it on the road, I said |
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"I'm ready for what I'm about to see, Yup" |
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I headed north to rain that turned to snow |
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Through rusty towns and dusty gravel roads |
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And I said, "Grandpa, where is this thing you wanted to show me?" |
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He said, "Kid, you got a long way to go" |
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So I went through canyons, caves and catacombs, I sailed on bicycle boats |
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I slept in chapels and brothels, I met the nicest folks |
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I said, "I'm ready for what I'm about to see, Yup" |
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I heard grandpa on my transistor radio |
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He said, "Kid, its time for me to go, |
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And I know that there was something that I wanted to show you, |
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But its time for you to find it on your own." |
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"Let me tell you about rage when a signal died that day, |
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Theres nothing out there and I don't care; Its to take my life away |
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I'm not ready and I don't want to see, Nope" |
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Its been years since I heard my transistor radio |
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Yet I keep going to where it seems I'm meant to go |
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And I finally realized what he wanted to show me |
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Where I've been, where I am, its the show |
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Where I've been, where I am, its the show |
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Where I've been, where I am, its the show |
