| I walk in cold rain
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| With my telescope in my hand
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| I had to go 27,000 miles with this cane
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| Now its broken into pieces
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| So little time remains
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| I hear these voices in in the air
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| And I know theyre just repeating
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| The language of the land
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| And the sky that I survey
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| Im reciting all the verses
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| Prayin straight from the book beside my bed
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| Its different now Im here
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| Every questions coming clear
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| Yeah I found so many places
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| That I dont know where Im at Came right on every story
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| And now I cant come back
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| And these voices in the aisle
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| And I know theyre just repeating
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| The language of the land
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| And the sky that I survey
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| Everywhere I have to go Is so very far away
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| Away
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| Yeah, so far away
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| Too far away
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| I get these voices in my head
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| But I know theyre just repeating
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| The language of the land
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| And the sky that I survey
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| Everywhere I have to go Is so very far away
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| I walk in cold rain
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| I got my telescope in my hand
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| I had to go 27,000 miles with this cane
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| But its broken into pieces
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| And so little time remains
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| I walk in cold rain
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| I walk in cold rain
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| Cold rain
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| I walk in cold rain
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| Cold rain falling down
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| I feel the cold rain falling down
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| I feel cold rain falling down |