| This beggar’s heart that I’ve been given
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| This beggar’s heart has a working door
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| It may swing wide, it may be bolted
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| To feel this world no more
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| This voice I sing, it has been given
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| This voice I sing will break down the door
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| And what’s inside will find a friend or two
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| And sing alone no more
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| These hands of mine will do you bidding
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| The hands will play in time and tune
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| And time will show these hands have mattered
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| If they have mattered to you
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| These eyes of mine, they take your picture
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| These eyes that see into and for
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| I close my eyes and I still see you
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| And see myself no more
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| These feet have walked me through this lonesome world
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| These feet have dropped me here today
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| And I’ll be damned, I’m going where I’m going
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| I’ve really known no other way
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| These words I sing, they ring familiar
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| These words I sing I’ve heard before
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| Oh, fare thee well, my one and own true love
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| I’ll see you in my dreams once more
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| This song I sing is finally over
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| You’re free to go about your way
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| So bang the drums and turn the house lights on
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| I’ve really nothing more to say |