| Here comes a barrow, rumbling down the lane
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| Some call him a thief, some said he was insane
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| Straining in the darkness, sleeping in the day
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| That's what they say
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| A lifeless body in a mothy robe
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| A worn-out hat and a perforated coat
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| Nobody's gonna miss him
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| Or gather at his grave
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| That's what they say
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| What's your name, vagabond?
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| Where have you been?
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| What's your aim, vagabond?
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| What have you seen?
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| Where do you come from?
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| And what do you strive?
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| Come, tell me about a vagabond's life
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| Ashes to ashes, the glow of thrombose
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| Leaves off society, he was one of those
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| Was living on others, with all of us to shame
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| That's what they say
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| He walked with a limp, but he had been around
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| From far east to west
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| With the north wind down south
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| He was branded and outlawed, it was time to repay
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| That's what they say
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| What's your name, vagabond?
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| Where have you been?
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| What's your aim, vagabond?
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| What have you seen?
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| Where do you come from?
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| And what do you strive?
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| Come, tell me about a vagabond's life
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| Don't call it murder, how can you dare
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| Turn around and leave, you shouldn't really care
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| All cases closed and pauper's grave
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| That's what they say
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| Rest in peace, vagabond
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| Where have you been?
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| Rest in peace, vagabond
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| What have you seen?
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| Where did you come from?
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| And what did you strive?
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| Come, tell me about a vagabond's life, yeah
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| Rest in peace, vagabond
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| Where have you been?
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| Rest in peace, vagabond
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| What have you seen?
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| Where did you come from?
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| And what did you strive?
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| The story of a vagabond's life
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| The story of a vagabond's life |