| This world is made with sweat and toil
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| Pushing muscle and elbow oil
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| We can’t lie too long in the shade
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| Cause every day must be remade
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| Some days you fall some days you fly
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| But in the end we all must die
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| Our rotting flesh and broken bone
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| Will feed the ground that we call home
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| Will feed the ground that we call home
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| But the new sprout grows from a fallen tree
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| My sons will go on after me
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| So lift your heart and dry your eye
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| It’s another day to live and die
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| It’s another day to live and die
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| And now I’ve run naked in the wild
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| Seen the beauty of a newborn child
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| And like the alchemists of old
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| I’ve tried to spin my straw to gold
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| Most times a giver, sometimes a thief
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| So full of hope but prone to grief
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| Between freedom and despair
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| I know the truth is lying there
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| I’ve seen the truth, it’s lying there
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| And a new sprout grows from a fallen tree
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| This world will go on after me
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| So lift your heart and dry your eye
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| It’s another day to live and die
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| It’s another day to live and die
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| So go on now, don’t you worry 'bout me
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| You’ve miles to go and a world to see
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| My life’s been long and full and good
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| I’ve run this race the best I could
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| It’s a short time here and long apart
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| But the same song rings in both our hearts
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| So take my guitar when I’m gone
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| Write your own rhymes and pass it on
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| Just take your hit and then pass it on
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| Let a new sprout grow from a fallen tree
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| This song will go on after me
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| So lift your heart and dry your eye
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| It’s another day to live and die
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| It’s another day to live and die
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| Just another day |