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I heard grandpa on my transistor radio |
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Though he turned in his bones twenty year ago |
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And he said, "kid, there's something that I'd like to show you, |
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Get your things, it's time for us to go" |
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So I grab my backpack, and my flashlight, and a bag of caramel corn |
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I got my bicycle, and the radio, and I headed on the rode |
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I said, "i'm ready, for what I'm about to see, yepp" |
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Headed north 'till the rain had turned to snow |
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Through rusty towns and dusty gravel road |
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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, yepp" |
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I heard grandpa on my transistor radio |
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He said, "kid, it's 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 it's time for you to find it on your own" |
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Let me tell you about rage, when the signal died that day |
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There's nothing out there, and I don't care, if they take my life away |
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I'm not ready, and I don't want to see, nope |
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It's been years since I've 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, and where I am, it's the show |
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Where I've been, and where I am, it's the show |
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Where I've been, and where I am, it's the show |
