Someone left a child and did not even care
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Before the first shots of the battle here had even pierced the air
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They run now like them children to those arms of mother earth
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To pretend as if there was a day before their very birth
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Me, I just grab these ropes that me and mine have left behind
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And I stare up to that mountain that I know we got to climb
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I keep towin' that line
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Mmmmmm
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I keep towin' that line
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Mmmmmm
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Down in basements choked with smoke, child, of the past
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Dreams come up for air down there but they can only gasp
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All them old men they sit staring as life slips out of their grips
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Only to fall and disappear beyond their fingertips
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Me, I just grab these ropes me and mine have left behind
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And I stare up to demon that you know has got to die
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I keep towin that line
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Mmmmmm
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I keep towin' that line
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Mmmmmm
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I keep towin' that line
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Mmmmmm
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I keep towin' that line
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Mmmmmm
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Down in ditches by that road I call my home
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All of you come a cussin' now and all just throwing stones
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Yes they're big men now to settle down and life's so stale and cold
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As if I could ever do the way they do just as they're told
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Which should find me living low when the miles have passed me by
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And it seems that I have left now all that I could love behind
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I'm just towin' that line
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Mmmmmm
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I'm just towin' that line
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Mmmmmm
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Tow
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| The Devil Makes Three |
