| Look at you, the sorry state you’re in
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| A man without a country or a friend
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| A man who can’t remember how his blood would shake in boyhood
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| To the rhythm of the wheat fields in the wind
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| Stung by those old lies you told yourself
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| Strung with that same rope you sold yourself
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| Either you can’t hear the bells or you can’t tell for whom they toll
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| And still, they toll
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| It’s time to go
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| Make a habit of erasing every track
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| No trace of love behind to mark your path
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| Teaching everyone a lesson thought your heart was worth the hold
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| And that it’s not
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| Is that what you want?
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| You must become a new man
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| Must become a new man
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| Must become a new man
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| Change
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| You felt the storm clouds building in your bones
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| Tornados spun for you and you alone
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| And then wrapped themselves around you in the rain and whipping wind
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| And slip your skin
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| Begin again
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| You’ll find there’s only love and love’s returning
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| And you’ll finally know the warmth of home fires burning
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| And the green hills will be waving with abandon
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| The road unrolled before you like an anthem
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| In every strangers face, a place of welcome
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| No matter who you are or where you came from
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| You won’t walk among the dead a moment longer
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| You won’t belong there
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| You will be a new man
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| You will be a new man
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| You will be a new man
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| Change
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| You will be a new man
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| You will be a new man
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| You will be a new man
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| Change
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| You will be a new man
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| You will be a new man
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| You will be a new man
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| Change |