| I was a little boy i was a little child
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| I did not dress my own you covered me in white
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| Before you sent me out told me where not to go
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| You’d pack my lunch and say god bless you on the road
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| When i was on my own i wandered far from home
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| There were the wildest beasts they’d strip you to the bone
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| But they did not want me i smelled too much of home
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| So then i moved along i guess i’m meant to roam
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| I took around the bend and came across a town
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| The people made of stone the only folks around
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| I couldn’t understand why such a lovely world
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| Could tolerate a crowd that didn’t love their own
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| So many years have passed from stepping on the road
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| Still haven’t got a clue of what is food or foe
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| If you could find the time come catch me up in june
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| Then we could journey on i love to be with you |