| Shifting the chair on the porch
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| For a better position to enjoy the warmth
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| Of the sun to keep warm
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| And working the needle and twine
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| Lost in the furthest recess of the mind
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| It is calm, there is peace
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| A cat on his lap and a dog at her feet
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| But oh, the heart of a man
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| The secrets they bury within
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| And oh, the causes that force his poor hand
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| Lead to be misled thus the deceivin' hand
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| And it’s a night among easily described
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| Misunderstanding our thoughts by and by
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| I’m barely here, if even at all
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| A fear of the misunderstood
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| Invites the violence right in chasin' off all the good
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| We’d brought all on ourselves
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| Led astray by the words of somebody else
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| And oh, the life of a man
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| His head above the water and pushed under again
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| And oh, I’ve seen it one too many times
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| It’s a test of the spirit versus the health of the mind
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| Oh, bring relief to him now and the people he loves
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| Oh, I know the feel of the feeling but not what it’s called
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| Oh
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| Oh, the will of a man
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| And all his well meaning intent
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| And oh, the thought of it all
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| As far as we’ve come we’re still further to go
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| Oh, all the years we lost they mean nothing at all
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| Oh, liftin' the spirit impression of a son
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| Oh, bring some peace to his heart and a wonderin' thought
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| Oh oh oh, bring some peace to this world and keep passin' it on |