Caught in the vice of heaven and earth
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He turned his life into a cell
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Imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all
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And those desires which we all know so well
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His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams
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And he would wake in the hours before sunrise
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And dread the coming of the day
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Never thought a man could become so desperate
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Never thought a life could lose so much hope
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To be tearing at the roots around you
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As if in manacles, or irons, or ropes
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They say he told his children that all he taught was lost
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That love and pride and honesty
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Were to be gained at too high a cost
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It's been thirty summers that I've spent with him
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And I expect thirty more to pass
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He has blessed my life in so many ways
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That I could never turn my back
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But I need just one more reminder
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Of the man that he used to be
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If he would just look deep into my eyes
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And say it's in you my love that I will find the key
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Thirty Summers
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| Cowboy Junkies |
