| Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
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| Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
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| Two doors remain before your others and your own
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| Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home
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| My carpenter’s out and running about, talking to the street
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| My pockets are out and running about
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| Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
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| Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
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| Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
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| Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
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| So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
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| (repeat chorus)
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| The hills ringing hear the words in time
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| Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
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| Can’t you see you made my ears go tin?
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| The air quicken tension building inference suddenly
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| Life and how to live it Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
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| So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
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| Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
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| A secret knock one hammer’s locked the other wisdom lost
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| (repeat chorus)
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| My carpenter’s out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
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| My pockets are out and running about
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| Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
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| Listen, listen to the holler,
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| If I write a book it will be called «Life and How to Live It» |