| The man on the right is a man undone
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| He’d give you his soul
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| If you asked him for some
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| A child in his way for he needs to believe
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| That love is a song for each man to sing
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| The man on the left is a prize un-won
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| A candle unlit and a song unsung
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| Believing that love is a dreamer’s dream
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| The man on the left
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| The me in between
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| Lady Magdelene
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| I can hear your distant trumpet
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| Calling from the morning mountain
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| Singing to the passing river
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| Take me home
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| Show me peaceful days
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| Before my youth has gone
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| The man in between waits between the two
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| Not hearing the lie and not seeing the true
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| Unknowing what is and denying what seems
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| And there he will sleep
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| The man in between
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| Lady Magdelene
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| I can hear your distant trumpet
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| Calling from the morning mountain
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| Singing to the passing river
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| Take me home
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| Show me peaceful days
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| Before my youth has gone
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| Lady Magdelene
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| Make the sound of silent thunder
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| Calling from the lips of Abraham
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| Make a sound that we may wonder
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| Where we are
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| Take us to your soul
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| For we have wandered far
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| The man on the right was a man undone
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| The man on the left like a prize unwon
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| And God only knows
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| What their time will bring
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| Or what will become
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| Of the man in between |