| Oh, where have you been
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| My blue-eyed son?
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| And where have you been
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| My darling young one?
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| I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
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| I’ve walked and I crawled on six crooked highways
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| I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
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| I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
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| And it’s a hard, it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard, it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
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| Oh, what did you see
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| My blue-eyed son?
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| And what did you see
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| My darling young one?
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| I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
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| I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
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| I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
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| I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
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| And it’s a hard, it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard, and it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
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| And it’s a hard, it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard, it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
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| And what’ll you do now
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| My blue-eyed son?
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| And what’ll you do now
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| My darling young one?
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| I’m a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
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| I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest
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| Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten
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| Where black is the color, where none is the number
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| And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
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| But I’ll know my song well before I start singing
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| And it’s a hard, it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard, and it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
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| And it’s a hard, it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard, and it’s a hard
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| It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
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