| When the stranger came to town
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| All the people watched with wonder
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| In their tattered clothes
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| Gathered 'round and raised their eyes up from the dirt
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| And the stranger said to them
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| I have been upon the mountain
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| I have witnessed forces like cannons
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| That can ram you to the ground
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| Stand up on your feet
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| 'Cause your life is short as hell
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| You could be dead tomorrow
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| Today may be you’re last chance
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| To believe in yourself
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| Your last chance to yell
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| Your last chance
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| To be good to yourself
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| Your last chance
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| To drink from life’s well
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| In the crowd a voice was heard
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| Should you get them before
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| They get you?
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| Should we strike the first blow?
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| He said
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| No No No you don’t understand
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| The enemy is in your heart
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| Self respect robbed by self content
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| Look across the country
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| All the people with their dreams
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| Dead in their hearts
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| Stand up on your feet
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| 'Cause your life is short as hell
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| You could be dead tomorrow
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| Today may be you’re last chance
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| To believe in yourself
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| Your last chance to yell
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| Your last chance
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| To be good to yourself
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| Your last chance
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| To drink from life’s well
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| And drink from the well
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| Oh yeah
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| It could be you’re last chance
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| To believe in yourself
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| Your last chance to yell
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| Your last chance
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| To be good to yourself
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| Your last chance
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| To drink from life’s well
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| Drink from the well
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| Oh yeah
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| Drink from the well… |