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Lyrics: Grant
I haven't heard a voice that I can trustand all this sweetness turns a throat to rust
I'm standing on a quay wrapped up in mistthe steamer's left with someone that I miss
I'd walk a hundred milessold my horse, got fired by the consula testament to flags, I was hostiletried faith and drugs and goldit didn't work, I couldn't fill the hole
I'd walk a hundred milesa thousand miles, a million milestwo steps step outtowards your door
I'll be calling roundtwo steps step out
I'm on my wayhere I am now
I started cutting marble in a quarry
I worked my hands, I wasn't in a hurrythe time I did to pass the timethe time I did to pass the time
I'd walk a hundred milesso now I'm loading wool down at the wharfthe ships unload and then they head back northand every time the mist comes in
I sit and watch the mist come in
I'd walk a hundred milesa thousand miles, a million milestwo steps step outtowards your door
I'll be calling roundtwo steps step out
I'm on my wayhere I am now
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