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I can’t tell, can you Where we have been What we’re going through May we rise ahead Or sink like a rock on a feather bed
Old men’s hands and mine Counting the years and forgetting the rhymes Holding hands with fate And watching for fires and pearly gates
Both or either way We’re bound to make it Opening our eyes Or sleeping on the way I can’t tell, can you Where we have been What we’re going through May we rise ahead Or sink like a rock on a feather bed Both or either way We’re bound to make it Opening our eyes Or sleeping on the way
I can’t tell, can you Where we have been What we’re going through May we rise ahead Or sink like a rock on a feather bed |
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