| How much can a man really take
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| When he’s pushed himself too far?
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| He knows that his mind is on the break
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| And he’s trying to reach that star
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| How many times have I seen him fall?
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| How many times? |
| Too many to recall
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| Come on home
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| He left his home in search of his soul
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| A many miles he did travel
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| Towards the East and distant shores
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| For the mystery of life to unravel
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| And many wondrous sights he did see
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| While passing through those lands
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| But he cast a shadow deep and long
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| Across the moving sands
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| How much can a man really take
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| When he’s pushed himself too far?
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| He knows that his mind is on the break
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| And he’s trying to reach that star
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| How many times have I seen him fall?
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| How many times? |
| Too many to recall
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| Come on home
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| Fate was about to deal him a card
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| From the bottom of the pack
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| And he met his end in fair Nepal
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| With a dagger in his back
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| So raise up your eyes and see
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| That angel in the sky
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| And remember when you’re searchin' for your soul
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| You’re searchin' for to die
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| How much can a man really take
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| When he’s pushed himself too far?
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| He knows that his mind is on the break
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| And he’s trying to reach that star
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| How many times have I seen him fall?
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| How many times? |
| Too many to recall
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| Let’s go
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| Oh yeah, come on home, come on home
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| Got to get on home… |