| There for every man who’s standing tall
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| This water’s pure, the well is so deep
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| The only treasure that a man can keep
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| Miles to go, and I feel the weight
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| Of these chains that I create
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| As I climb to the top of the hill
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| It draws me still
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| And I can’t look back
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| (Chorus)
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| The heart keeps on burning
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| Oh, wheels, wheels, don’t slow down
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| My soul keeps on yearning
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| Oh, wheels, wheels, roll me homeward bound
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| I’m looking through the eyes of a child
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| Like the innocent and unbeguiled
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| From the east, and far to the west
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| Soldiers conquer in a royal quest
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| One by one, as the seasons change
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| I press on in a world so strange
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| As I climb to the top of the hill
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| It draws me still
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| And I won’t look back
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| (Chorus)
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| We are marching in time
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| To the reason and rhyme
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| As the glory of youth starts to fade
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| There’s no burden to bear
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| For a debt that is already paid
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| (Chorus) |