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I got two strong arms |
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Blessings of Babylon |
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Time to carry on and try |
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For sins and false alarms |
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So to America, the brave |
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Wise men save |
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Near a tree by a river |
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There's a hole in the ground |
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Where an old man of Aran |
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Goes around and around |
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And his mind is a beacon |
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In the veil of the night |
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For a strange kind of fashion |
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There's a wrong and a right |
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Near a tree by a river |
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There's a hole in the ground |
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Where an old man of Aran |
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Goes around and around |
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And his mind is a beacon |
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In the veil of the night |
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For a strange kind of fashion |
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There's a wrong and a right |
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He'll never, never fight over you |
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Near a tree by a river |
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There's a hole in the ground |
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Where an old man of Aran |
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Goes around and around |
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And his mind is a beacon |
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In the veil of the night |
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For a strange kind of fashion |
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There's a wrong and a right |
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Near a tree by a river |
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There's a hole in the ground |
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Where an old man of Aran |
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Goes around and around |
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And his mind is a beacon |
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In the veil of the night |
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For a strange kind of fashion |
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There's a wrong and a right |
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He'll never, never fight over you |
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I got plans for us |
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Nights in the scullery |
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And days instead of me |
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I only know what to discuss |
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Of for anything but light |
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Wise men fighting over you |
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It's not me you see |
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Pieces of valentine |
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With just a song of mine |
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To keep from burning history |
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Seasons of gasoline and gold |
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Wise men fold |
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Near a tree by a river |
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There's a hole in the ground |
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Where an old man of Aran |
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Goes around and around |
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And his mind is a beacon |
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In the veil of the night |
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For a strange kind of fashion |
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There's a wrong and a right |
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He'll never, never fight over you |
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I got time to kill |
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Sly looks in corridors |
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Without a plan of yours |
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A blackbird sings on bluebird hill |
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Thanks to the calling of the wild |
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Wise mens' child |
