| Give me to the road
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| Upon the heart that I had sold
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| Warm my heavy hands
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| My heavy hands for you to hold
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| There’s a devil at your door
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| And he grows, he grows
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| So I been told he had a heart of gold
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| And it grows, grows like a storm
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| Now the low lakes have frozen
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| Away from home I’ll go
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| When the first snow has fallen
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| Away I’ll go
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| Give me to the ground
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| I followed fires toward the sound
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| Cold upon the mountain
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| To which I’m bound, to which I’m bound
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| Well I met you by the mill
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| Where your heart went still
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| Sparrow swung down and he took shape and form
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| And it rose, rose like a storm
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| Now the low lakes have frozen
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| Away from home I’ll go
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| When the first snow has fallen
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| Away I’ll go
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| Now the low lakes have frozen
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| Away from home I’ll go
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| When the first snow has fallen
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| Away I’ll go |