When the first men on the ground were laid
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I wouldn't fall under the mad skirts
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Onward forth into a land of gold
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Swords were drawn upon the road
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[Chorus:]
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Provider, carry on
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Far from the golden age
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Follow me down a fox hole in the ground
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Don't delay
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Come morning, miles along
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Gathered round, those remained
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With [?] and a cry for the land
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Joy to gain
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Winter came and I was old and alone
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Time set's gone under the mad skirts
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Onward further to a land unknown
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With only hope of the sea's ago
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[Chorus:]
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Provider, carry on
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Far from the golden age
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Follow me down a fox hole in the ground
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Don't delay
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Provider, carry on
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Far from the golden age
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Follow me down a fox hole in the ground
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Don't delay
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Come morning, miles along
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Gathered round, those remained
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With [?] and a cry for the land
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Joy to gain
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Provider
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| Midlake |
