Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
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To doors to go between the wall was raised today
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To doors remain before your others and your own
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Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home
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My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
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My pockets are out and running about
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Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
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Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
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Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
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Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
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So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
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My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
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My pockets are out and running about
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Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
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The hills ringing hear the words in time
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Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
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Can't you see you made my ears go tin?
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The air quicken tension building inference suddenly
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Life and how to live it
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Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
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So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
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Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
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A secret knock one hammer's locked the other wisdom lost
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My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
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My pockets are out and running about
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Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
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My carpenter's out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
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My pockets are out and running about
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Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
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Listen, listen to the holler,
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If I write a book it will be called "Life and How to Live It"
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Life And How To Live It
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