words and musk by Arlo Guthrie
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In the candle, lights burn away
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Leaving nothing, except the day
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Just to blow your mind away
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Coming thus, this daily change
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You sit and pose the very strange
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He sits and hums 'Home on the Range"
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And just wouldn't you believe it
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Now the hallway, now the doors
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Locking out your deathlike chores
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Locking in what's left to score
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Coming thus, this daily thought
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Heroes have so long been taught
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Buying what cannot be bought
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And just wouldn't you believe it
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Like before, my time has gone
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Here's wishing I could carry on
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But I'm being called up into the dawn
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Coming thus, this daily freak
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Try to come again next week
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When I strive to climb the peak
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And just wouldn't you believe it
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Wouldn't You Believe It
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| Arlo Guthrie |
