| Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
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| Young man lookin' in shadows that pass
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| Poor man lookin' through painted glass
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| Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
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| Thin man lookin' at his last meal
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| Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
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| For dignity
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| Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
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| In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors
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| Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
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| For dignity
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| I went down where the vultures feed
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| Would have got deeper, but there wasn’t any need
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| I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of man
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| Wasn’t any difference to me
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| Sick man lookin' for the doctor’s cure
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| Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
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| Into every masterpiece of literature
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| Blind man breakin' out of a trance
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| Puts both hands in the pockets of chance
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| Hopin' to find one circumstance
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| Of dignity
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| Footprints runnin' across silver sand
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| Steps goin' down into tatoo land
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| Met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
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| In the border towns of despair
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| No place to fade, I got no coat
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| I’m on the rolling river in a jerkin' boat
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| Trying to read a note somebody wrote
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| Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
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| Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
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| Bites the bullet and looks within
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| For dignity
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| Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
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| Dignity never been photographed
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| I went into the red, I went into the black
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| Into the valley of dry-bone dreams
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| So many roads, so much at stake
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| So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of a lake
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| Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take
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| To find dignity |