| It was not two days. |
| a night and a day
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| I look back at the man i was before
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| A sorry stranger banged up on the shore
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| Your warm arms tore the walls down
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| The devil with the damned things anyway
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| They were of no use, just a frame
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| From there he would watch, watch only
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| Not taking a part in this world
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| I’d sold my mule and bale of hay
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| These shoes left, tattered and worn
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| They’d carry me to heaven or they’d walk straight to a hole
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| I didn’t see you coming 'til i heard you there
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| In one single breath, in two or three words
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| The old man crossed the bridge and down the side
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| And i was left standing holding my sword
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| Dropped it in the ground, i didn’t need it anymore
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| A soul to sink into, washing mine clean
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| I rolled like a hog on holiday
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| Laughing boy laugh, smiling boy smile
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| This was no usual day
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| My hunch back was straight backed my eyes were on fire
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| Then i finally remembered what living used to be like
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| Playing in the ocean popping rhythms with your hands
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| Turned the key in the lock and the door swung wide
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| And what did we find inside?
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| A man with a reinvented view
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| No shirt no pants, the hold hang bird is skinned
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| Floating in a cooking pot
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| You stabbed me with honesty, passion and peace
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| And a will to move on with legs of steel
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| Arms like popeye, giddy like olive
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| Dancing like sweet pea with a wide open grin
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| Now i begin retelling the story
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| Of the lost boy in chains saved by a girl |