| Keep your powder dry and warm
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| Thru the coming darkest storm
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| All the fear that’s sent your way
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| Thru your eyes you might wash away
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| When you can
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| Still your lantern’s strong and bright
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| Even thru the darkest night
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| All those paper tigers
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| All their lies they might have sold you
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| Might be wasted on
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| One so young that you’re old again
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| She walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh
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| They can’t give you all those things
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| No pot of gold no big brass ring
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| Stay on the road for the night has come
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| Perhaps at dawn we will be like one again
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| All those paper tigers
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| All the lies they might have been sold you
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| Might be wasted on
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| One so young that you’re old again
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| Sylvia walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh
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| Still the shock rips you thru every nerve
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| In the bell jar nothing can be heard
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| I would walk with you
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| I would talk with you
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| I would do anything that would get you thru
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| Draw the line for you
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| Take the fifth for you
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| I would stand on a bridge and jump off it too
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| All those paper tigers
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| All the lies they might have told you
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| Might be wasted on
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| One so young that you’re old again
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| All those paper tigers
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| All the lies your mother told you
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| Might be wasted on
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| One so young that you’re old again
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| She walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh
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| …Dedicated to Slyvia Plath |