| I wish I was the sparrow in your kid’s eye
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| That could fly above this summer all day long
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| On an island in the heart he has to carry
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| Past the many you have let into your song
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| And I said «oh my lord, why am I not strong?»
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| Like the wheel that keeps travelers traveling on
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| Like the wheel that will take you home
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| In the forest someone’s whispering to a tree now
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| This is all I am so please don’t follow me
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| And its your brother in the shaft that I’m a-swinging
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| Please let the kindness of forgetting set me free
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| And he said «oh my lord, why am I not strong?»
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| Like the wheel that keeps travelers traveling on
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| Like the wheel that will take you home
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| And on this Sunday someone’s sitting down to wonder
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| «Where the hell among these mountains will I be?»
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| There’s a cloud behind the cloud to which I’m yelling
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| Oh, I could hear you sneak around so easily
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| And I said «oh my lord, why am I not strong?»
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| Like the branch that keeps hangmen hanging on
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| Like the branch that will take me home |