Hiding from the faces that we know
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Riding to the places we have grown
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And I walk in the sun but my feet are damp
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And I speak with the folk like my fathers son
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And my feet they are worn but they're comfortable
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Let our fathers sing this
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Hiding
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Riding
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Hiding oh don't you want to go away?
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I'm feeling that I'm far away today
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Away
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I'm feeling that I'm far away today
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Singing
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There will come a time to sing
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Stirring
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After days of being still
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Hiding
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