| Living like legends
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| We’re thrown back like a bone
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| Caught by a dog we won’t give it up
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| No we won’t give it up
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| Coming up around the bend
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| We try hard to mend
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| The fences we beat down with our fists
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| We beat them down with our fists
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| You painted windows on the walls
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| In that old house you could see it all
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| You saw a sky inside
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| And said this is home
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| Lovers will leave us alone
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| Once we have grown
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| And there are no surprises anymore
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| Our children will take the reins
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| Once we grow old in our ways
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| And stories are told
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| Bought and sold
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| You painted windows on the walls
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| In that old house you could see it all
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| You saw a sky inside
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| And said this is home
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| Coming up around the bend
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| We try hard to mend
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| The fences we beat down with our fists
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| We beat them down with our fists |