| Im coming in, got the wood stove on At the end of a treasured day
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| Take off my hat and shoes
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| And I lay me down
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| Lives been lost and fortunes won
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| A test of the will to survive
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| See where the shadow falls
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| And you stake your claim
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| I dream of trees and roads
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| I roam across the hills
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| The sky is big, the deepest blue,
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| The clouds like smoky trains
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| News coming in, goes nation wide
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| Not a grain of truth to be heard
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| Lie to an ancient tribe, in their mother tongue
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| Wreaking havoc and wrecking lives
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| Like a ball and chain to the skull
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| Rise see the eagle fly
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| Spirit cant be broken
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| I dream of trees and roads
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| I roam across the hills
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| The sky is big, the deepest blue,
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| The clouds like smoky trains
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| Bridge
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| I dream of trees and roads
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| I roam across the hills
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| The sky is big, the deepest blue,
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| The clouds like smoky trains |