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Oh how long time ago |
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How long have I gone without drinking |
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Wood can burn and wheels will turn |
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And words won't say what I'm thinking |
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The grasses sway turn into hay |
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Now look at the harvest we're sowing |
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We're planting more grain |
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To come round again |
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Where green fields of crop could be growing |
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Don't you know where we're going |
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It's not where we've been |
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I believe it's the high road we're taking |
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And you've chosen exactly the place to begin |
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Cause the changes they've been your own making |
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Moving on and singing my song |
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Got to leave all the sad times behind |
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When we find our peace of mind |
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It won't take you too long to find me |
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What's to know how to go |
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How long have we gone without drinking |
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Wood can burn and wheels will turn |
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And words won't say what I'm thinking |
