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Restless is dawn as it wanders the farm house |
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A new day awaits though he's worked through the night |
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Patiently planting his thoughts on the pages |
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Under the mumble of kerosene light |
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Off to the West you can feel it coming |
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A thick, steel vein for a river of power |
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Carelessly turning the earth into wasteland |
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As thousands of years disappear in an hour |
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Hold your ground on the wrong side of the plough |
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They're closer now to a cold, black, broken line |
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Hold your ground when they come to cut you down |
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They're closer now to the rock that breaks the tines |
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Can't see what you do from back in the boardroom |
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Faceless equations of profit and cost |
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They wave you away like a fly on the radar |
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But keep coming back and you'll throw them off course |
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Though it's always been this way |
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Doesn't mean that it's your fate |
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But you know it takes the strength of heart and mind |
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And the faith someday the world will see your side |
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Nothing is lost if you give yourself wholly |
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Nothing is gained if you keep it inside |
