| And I’ve come to know the wishlist of my father
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| I’ve come to know the shipwrecks where he wished
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| I’ve come to wish aloud
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| Among the over-dressed crowd
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| Come to witness now the sinking of the ship
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| Throwing pennies from the sea-top next to it
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| And I’ve come to roam the forest passed the village
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| With a dozen lazy horses and my cart
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| I’ve come here to get high
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| To do more than just get by
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| I’ve come to test the timber of my heart
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| Oh, I’ve come to test the timbre of my heart
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| And I’ve come to be untroubled in my seeking
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| And I’ve come to see that nothing is for naught
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| I’ve come to reach out blind
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| To reach forward and behind
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| For the more I seek, the more I am sought
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| Yeah, the more I seek, the more I’m sought
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| And I’ve come to meet the sheriff and his posse
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| To offer him the broadside of my jaw
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| I’ve come here to get broke
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| Then maybe bum a smoke
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| We’ll go drinking two towns over after all
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| Oh, we’ll go drinking two towns over after all
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| And I’ve come to meet the legendary takers
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| I’ve only come to ask them for a lot
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| Oh, they say I come with less
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| Than I should rightfully possess
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| I say, the more I buy, the more I’m bought
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| And the more I’m bought, the less I cost
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| And I’ve come to take their servants and their surplus
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| And I’ve come to take their raincoats and their speed
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| I’ve come to get my fill
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| To ransack and spill
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| I’ve come to take the harvest for the seed
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| I’ve come to take the harvest for the seed
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| And I’ve come to know the manger that you sleep in
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| I’ve come to be the stranger that you keep
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| I’ve come from down the road
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| And my footsteps never slowed
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| Before we met, I knew we’d meet
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| Before we met, I knew we’d meet
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| And I’ve come here to ignore your cries and heartaches
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| I’ve come to closely listen to you sing
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| I’ve come here to insist
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| That I leave here with a kiss
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| I’ve come to say exactly what I mean
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| And I mean so many things
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| And you’ve come to know me stubborn as a butcher
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| And you’ve come to know me thankless as a guest
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| Will you recognize my face
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| When God’s awful grace
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| Strips me of my jacket and my vest
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| And reveals all the treasure in my chest? |