| I got two strong arms
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| Blessings of Babylon
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| Time to carry on
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| And try for sins and false alarms
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| So, to America, the brave
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| Wise men save
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| Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
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| Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
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| And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
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| For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right
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| But he'll never, never fight over you
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| I got plans for us
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| Nights in the scullery
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| And days instead of me
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| I only know what to discuss
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| Oh for anything, but light
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| Wise men fighting over you
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| It's not me you see
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| Pieces of valentine
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| And just a song of mine
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| To keep from burning history
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| Seasons of gasoline and gold
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| Wise men fold
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| Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
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| Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
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| And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
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| For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right
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| But he'll never, never fight over you
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| I got time to kill
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| Sly looks in corridors
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| Without a plan of yours
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| A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
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| Thanks to the calling of the wild
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| Wise men's child
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| Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
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| Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
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| And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
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| For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right
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| But he'll never, never fight over you
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| Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
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| Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
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| And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
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| For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right
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| But he'll never, never fight over you
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| No, he'll never, never fight over you |