| It’s a holiday, a modern day,
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| A day to change your life, make it new and bright.
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| Business bound by people all around,
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| Bring him down like the rain, tie him down, ball and chain.
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| Hogtie him on the railroad line, waste-case that’s out of place, yeah.
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| Hear the church bell chime in the middle of your mind.
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| It’s a broken toy that he’s cherished all his life,
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| And built this shrine with the help of Father Time.
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| It’s a windin' road, a heavy load,
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| A home away from home, a place to roam;
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| It’s a fractured rain of consequences, host another life.
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| It’s a different point of view when the old man points at you and says what to do.
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| Hogtie him on the railroad line, waste-case that’s out of place, yeah.
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| Hear the church bell chime in the middle of your mind.
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| It’s a broken toy that he’s cherished all his life,
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| And built this shrine with the help of Father Time.
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| With the help of Father Time.
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| Hogtie him on the railroad line, waste-case that’s out of place, yeah.
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| Hear the church bell chime in the middle of your mind.
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| It’s a broken toy that he’s cherished all his life,
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| And built this shrine with the help of Father Time.
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| With the help of Father Time.
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| With the help of Father Time. |