| I am an old coat hanging on a peg dusty behind the door
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| A worn n cold old goat dragging my feet along the shore
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| With no bag to carry shoes to wear, a song within my throat
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| I have everything I need to get me to the servant’s boat
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| The end of the road — where stands my true keeper
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| No more a servant a lost out here
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| A speck of dust upon the street holding a heavy load
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| Which I’ve taken off my back to reach the end of the road
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| End of the road — we are
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| End of the road
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| Where all slaves escaping wars by restless butchers hunting riches
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| Stay steady on our trail as we hide out in muddy ditches
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| Until we reach the pier to get to safety with the many hitchers
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| Who are the few chosen to loosen the grasp of these dark fingers
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| The end of the road — where stands my true keeper
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| No more a servant a lost out here
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| A speck of dust upon the street holding a heavy load
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| Which I’ve taken off my back to reach the end of the road
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| End of the road — we are
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| End of the road
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| Yo, the coat made its way quickly to the kitchen below deck
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| Crying with disbelief how did such a filthy wreck
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| Manage such a feat against the soldiers of hell
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| Reach the top of the tower to ring the freedom bell
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| We are slaves no more but sailors with the truest of true keepers
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| No more languishing in prison cells the grimmest reapers
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| Freedom is our only goal now we have found the deeper
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| Meaning to this façade which keeps us from being seekers
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| The end of the road — where stands my true keeper
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| No more a servant a lost out here
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| A speck of dust upon the street holding a heavy load
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| Which I’ve taken off my back to reach the end of the road
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| End of the road — we are
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| End of the road
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| You are my true keeper yeah
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| My true keeper, yeah yeah
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| My true keeper you’ve taken me to the aww yeah… |