| My friends
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| How do you do?
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| Want you listen here a minute while I sing my blues
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| Nineteen hundred, seventy four
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| A river o' blood laid me out upon this shore
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| I don’t know, why I’m here
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| Born with a crack o' thunder ringin' in my ears
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| My heart started to jump an' I began to shout
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| Stuck here wonderin' what it all about.
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| How long (how long)
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| Well, well
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| How long (how long)
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| To that, home (how long)
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| Oooh
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| Tell me how long that road
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| All thing unknown where I must tread
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| All thing, but the certainty that is my dread
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| Many say it ain' no Heavenly home nowhere
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| Up above our heads it just a hole in the air
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| I looked to the East, looked to the West
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| A heart beat sorrowful through my breast
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| Child cryin' «Daddy, what’s wrong with you?»
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| Can’t be satisfied matter what I do
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| How long (how long)
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| Well, well
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| How long (how long)
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| To that, home (how long)
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| Oooh
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| Tell me how long that road
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| Yeah!
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| Though trouble have dogged an' driven me crawlin'
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| I cleave, I cling, one old, un-dyin' soul
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| Lord know I’m holdin' strong as I can hold
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| I’m goin' right to that home
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| How long my friend, I travail
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| A lion’s den, a belly of a whale
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| How long a pilgrim, in this land
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| Death, sin, and the politic' o' man
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| How long (how long)
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| Well, well
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| How long (how long)
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| To that, home (how long)
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| Oooh
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| Tell me how long that road |