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Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long,
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I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong,
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Memory is a fickle silent song
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I didn't understand
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Image and a light as the morning nears,
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you don't say a single word of your last two years
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Well you will be, you'll reach the frontier
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I didn't understand, oh
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See your wringing hands and a silver knife
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Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight
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All the evidence of your vagrant life
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My brother you were born
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And you will try to do what you did before
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Pull the wool over your eyes, for a week or more
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Let your family take you back to your
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Original mind.
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There's nothing I can do
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There's nothing I can do
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There's nothing I can say
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There's nothing I can say
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I can say