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i got two strong armsblessings of babylonwith time to carry onand tryfor sins and false alarmsso to america the bravewise men savenear a tree by a riverthere's a hole in the groundwhere an old man of arangoes around and aroundand his mind is a beaconin the veil of the nightfor a strange kind of fashionthere's a wrong and a rightbut he'll never, never fight over youi got plans for usnights in the sculleryand days instead of mei only know what to discussof for anything but lightwise men fighting over youit's not me you seepieces of valentinewith just a song of mineto keep from burning historyseasons of gasoline and goldwise men foldnear a tree by a riverthere's a hole in the groundwhere an old man of arangoes around and aroundand his mind is a beaconin the veil of the nightfor a strange kind of fashionthere's a wrong and a rightbut he'll never, never fight over youi got time to killsly looks in corridorswithout a plan of yoursa blackbird sings on bluebird hillthanks to the calling of the wildwise mens childnear a tree by a riverthere's a hole in the groundwhere an old man of arangoes around and aroundand his mind is a beaconin the veil of the nightfor a strange kind of fashionthere's a wrong and a rightbut he'll never, never fight over you
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