| Don’t you stray away from where you truly are
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| As the water’s dripping down you’ll go and find your faith
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| I know you want to know but not knowing is what makes you whole
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| And we’ll walk into the valley
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| Where the Piper Man will play
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| And you’re looking for some answers
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| But that’s where the gallows wait
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| When the winds come you’ll go and build your house
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| Your wife will bear you children: a son, two daughters
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| How will you keep the wolves out?
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| And we’ll walk into the valley
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| Where the Piper Man will play
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| And you’re looking for some answers
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| But that’s where the gallows wait
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| The day you go looking for your answers the tide pulls you out
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| No house, no son, no daughters: your quest is filling you with doubt
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| Beaten by defeat your head hangs between your knees
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| Driven mad with rage you go and you burn it all down
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| And we’ll walk into the valley
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| Where a Piper Man still plays
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| And you find yourself no answers
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| But still the gallows wait
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| And we’ll walk into the valley
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| Where the Piper Man still plays
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| And you found yourself no answers
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| You have only diggen a grave |