| The old paper mill stinks up the beaches
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| As I walk along the ocean shore
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| I’m just a plain man, thoughts full of creases
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| Haven’t accomplished much, but I dream of more
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| Mansions in heaven, I see myself walking with the King
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| The angels are descending to wrap me up in red velveteen
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| I don’t control much of my home life
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| I’m not an old man but I’m not young anymore
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| Haven’t kept in contact with any of my good friends
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| So I live with strangers and sleep on another man’s floor
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| Mansions in heaven, I see myself walking with the King
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| The angels are descending to wrap me up in red velveteen
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| As I pack my suit bag 'cause soon I’ll be leaving
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| Going back to the earth which is where I come from
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| Withstood the heartache
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| Kept on believing
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| It ain’t winning or losing
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| Just the singing of the song
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| Mansions in heaven, I see myself walking with the King
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| Mansions in heaven
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| The old paper mill stinks up the beaches
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| As I walk along the ocean shore |