| Oh I was sent to find the lonesome place
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| Where I was lost but left to trace
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| By carving riddles on the lonesome vine.
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| Oh but rumor has it that I wasn’t born,
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| I just walked in one frosty morn.
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| Into the vision of some vacant mind.
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| Oh once I held a pony by its flying mane,
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| And once I called the shadow in the turning game
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| But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
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| So I won’t be a burden of tomorrow dear
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| Aww Xavier’s on the border of the sun
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| Swings on the chambers of your guns.
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| And tries to shoot the chord and light the path.
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| Aww but hell I’m just a blind man on the plains,
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| I drink my water when it rains,
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| And live by chance among the lightning strikes.
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| Oh once I held a glacier to an open flame
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| And once I felt like wildcat in the fallen game.
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| But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
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| So I won’t be a burden of tomorrow dear.
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| Oh the singers on the edge to feed the canyons mouth
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| They will go on forever til they sing you out of time.
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| But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
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| So I won’t be a burden of tomorrow dear. |