| I am a man
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| I’ve been working all my days
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| This is my accounting
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| Of my means and of my ways
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| More years are behind me now
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| Than years that are ahead
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| Looking back I feel
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| This is my story to be said
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| I faced my father down
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| Inside the hallway of our home
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| 18 years of pain
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| Upon my body to the bone
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| Demons lived inside of him
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| They forced him to the act
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| The layers of the bruises
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| To my body was the fact
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| I grew and went in to the world
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| I learned to know its code
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| Of spoken and unspoken
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| And I learned to love the road
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| I shoulder every burden
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| A mule with a heavy pack
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| Every coin I earn’s another
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| Knot within my back
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| Ecstasy and pleasure come
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| At much too great a cost
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| I keep myself upon the earth
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| But measure what I’ve lost
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| Winged things they brush against me
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| Never mine to hold
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| I keep my eyes upon the ground
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| And carry on as old
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| I knew a woman
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| She had the gifted touch
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| Her hands were wise with healing
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| And with wonder and all such
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| As the fates would have it
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| Each to others we are wed
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| Confine ourselves to friendship
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| We stay out of the bed
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| Now I turn around to face
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| The spectre of my age
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| My soul it fights my body
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| Like a bird will fight its cage
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| I see that last horizon
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| I hope it brings me peace
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| I look forward to the day
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| At last my body knows release
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| Ooooh ooooh |