| This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
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| This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
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| Oh, this little light of mine
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| I thought maybe mama would come looking for me
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| I’m not sure what was happening but if I do recall
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| I could hear mama screaming his name in a defeated kind of lovesickness
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| As I ran, I was so scared but I knew they would find me
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| I never been so hungry
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| Daddy taught me how to fashion a knife out of a stick
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| And I tried to catch me a rabbit but that old rabbit was faster than me
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| One day, I came out of the clearing and I started exploring the edges of the
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| woods
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| And there was this oddly covered plate
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| I pulled back the fabric and it was dripping
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| With gravy and biscuits and grits and fatback
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| I knew it might be a trap but my stomach defied me
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| And it became routine
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| Each day, it would be set further out of reach
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| And each day, I would inch a bit closer towards home
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| A new home, home, a new home, home, a new home
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| I am a child of the wind, even daddy said so
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| We used to race and I would always win
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| And he’d say «Run baby run, run like the wind, that’s it, the wind»
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| Memory is a most unusual thing, one day
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| I never knew how they found me in those woods
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| But their love drew me close somehow
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| I never saw mama again and I had somehow knew that daddy had walked on
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| Many years later, I heard that mama had died in the asylum
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| It hurt me so, I prayed, she wasn’t taken in her lonesomeness
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| Those hooded bastards beat her senseless
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| To the point where she could not remember their transgressions
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| That’s good, I suppose
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| I am a child of the wind, even daddy said so
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| We used to race and I would always win
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| And he’d say «Run baby run, run like the wind, that’s it, the wind»
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| Memory is a most unusual thing, someday
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| As the evening shades are drawn and this day comes to an end
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| I am reminded of the shades of life are being drawn with me
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| My physical window will soon be darkened as I sit in here and try and write
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| My mind has gone many places
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| I am not the person I have been
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| Well, things could be worse
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| It’s so long for now
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| Forgive us, we pray
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| Forgive us, we pray
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| Forgive us, we pray
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| I am a child of the wind, even daddy said so
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| We used to race and I would always win
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| And he’d say «Run baby run, run like that wind, that’s it, the wind»
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| Memory is a most unusual thing
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| This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
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| This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
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| This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
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| Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine |