My mind it finds so much to think about,
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These days I'm really not so sure.
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[Chorus]
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I pound the ground a thousand time
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But I still don't see clear.
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I looked around, but I couldn't find home.
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Another year swept under, lost, but not forgot,
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I carry on though it hurts me deep inside.
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[Bridge]
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Through a far away looking glass,
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You could see me in the distant past.
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I'm a man of yesterday, but it seems
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That I have somehow lost my way.
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Cold days ahead had me pile wood inside,
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To burn on long hours through the night.
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[Repeat Chorus and Bridge]
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Pound The Ground
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| Hot Water Music |
