| I know of a man who lives on the other side
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| On the other side of this mountain
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| They say he’s calling the weary home
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| I’ve been told of a man who walks on the other side
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| On the other side of this mountain
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| With a heart full of stories of hope
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| Hey yeah yeah yeah
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| So run like a vagabond, carry the flame
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| Run for the children and run for the slaves
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| Hold it up high with a message of faith
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| Don’t ever stop moving on, just run like a vagabond
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| His book is a gun that he reads for the people
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| The words that he speaks have been colored illegal
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| But the law that he’s under is bigger than paper and gowns
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| He stays in the streets where the beggars are broken
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| Risking his life, a bull’s eye in the open
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| But he won’t stop to rest 'til he’s reached every town
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| So run like a vagabond, carry the flame
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| Run for the children and run for the slaves
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| Hold it up high with a message of faith
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| Don’t ever stop moving on, just run like a vagabond
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| Hey hey
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| Run like a vagabond, carry the flame
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| Run for the children and run for the slaves
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| Hold it up high with a message of faith
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| Don’t ever stop moving on
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| So run like a vagabond, carry the flame
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| Run for the children and run for the slaves
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| Hold it up high with a message of faith
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| Don’t ever stop moving on, just run like a vagabond
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| Run like a vagabond, run like a vagabond, run like a vagabond
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| So run like a vagabond, carry the flame
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| Run like a vagabond, run for the flame |