In the times to short to follow
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A man as cold as steel
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A work that can only be swallowed
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By a fire lit kiln
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Now the times are heavy on their shoulders
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For the people who pave our ways
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No more running for the future cause
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The past is here today
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For the son of a carpenter
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I can feel your pain
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For the son of a carpenter
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Alone again
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Decades of sorrow war and grief
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And to many things going wrong
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The land is wasted and time is running short for their power is
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Much too strong
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For the son of a carpenter
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I can feel your pain
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For the son of a carpenter
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Alone again
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He has nothing but to be left alone
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His hands and work should will
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Be carried on
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From a third generation son to a
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Future grandchild
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The work of a carpenters
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Makes the whole world smile
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And to many thing going wrong
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The land is wasted and time
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Is running short for the work
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Of a carpenters will carry on - carry on
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Son Of A Carpenter
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| Taylor Hicks |
