| Put one foot before the other
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| Brother, there is no turning back
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| You have turned around before
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| To find all you had built destroyed
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| Take your hammer and your nail
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| And all the love shared without condition
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| In your hands it must remain
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| And not until the grounds of truth
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| Do you lay your stake
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| Tomorrow you will walk another fifty miles
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| At night fall you will rest your weary head
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| If when you wake you find the rain
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| Has found you once again
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| Tomorrow walk another fifty miles
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| Blow cold wind rise high tide
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| Darkness show your howling sound
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| Mountain steep, I face you now
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| No longer will I seek the hidden path
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| Tomorrow you will walk another fifty miles
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| At night fall you will rest your weary head
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| If when you wake you find the rain
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| Has found you once again
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| Tomorrow walk another fifty miles
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| At everything that I called home
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| At every fledging empty soul
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| That stole the name I call my own
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| I won’t cast another stone
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| I will walk on |