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The wheel has turned one full circle |
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Time for my meal of wood |
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To make my home lord |
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In a stable spoke lord |
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Inside a turning wheel would be good |
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To make my home lord |
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In a stable spoke lord |
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Inside a turning wheel bound for good |
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A woodbee tries to find purchase |
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In a turning spoke |
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From Memphis to Potomac |
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Never giving up hope |
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I'd die in your jails lord |
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But you'd die by my laws lord |
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I think you got it worse |
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No rebel I, lord |
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I follow the river |
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When I'm lost |
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When I'm lost |
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The wheel has turned one more circle |
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The payload is now immense |
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So climb aboard all |
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Climb aboard |
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Because the heavier we get |
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The harder we crush |
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The wagon rolls like an old millstone |
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Driving bad deeds six feet deep |
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To make my home lord |
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In a stable spoke lord |
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Inside a turning wheel would be good |
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To make my home lord |
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In a stable spoke lord |
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Inside a turning wheel bound for good |
