I am a man
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I¡¯ve been working all my days
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This is my accounting
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Of my means and of my ways
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More years are behind me now
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Than years that are ahead
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Looking back I feel
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This is my story to be said.
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I faced my father down
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Inside the hallway of our home
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18 years of pain
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Upon my body to the bone
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Demons lived inside of him
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They forced him to the act
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The layers of the bruises
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To my body was the fact.
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Ooooh
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I grew and went into the world
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I learned to know it¡¯s code
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Of spoken and unspoken
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And I learned to love the road
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I shoulder every burden like
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A mule with a heavy pack
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Every coin I earn is another
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Knot within my back.
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Ooooh
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Ecstasy and pleasure come
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At much too great a cost
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I keep myself upon the earth
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But measure what I¡¯ve lost
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Winged things they brush against me
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Never mine to hold
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I keep my eyes upon the ground
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And carry on as old.
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I met a woman
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She had the gifted touch
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Her hands were wise with healing
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And with wonder and all such
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As the fates would have it
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Each to others we are wed
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We confine ourselves to friendship
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And we stay out of the bed.
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Oooh
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Now I turn around to face
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The specter of my age
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My soul it fights my body
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Like a bird will fight its cage.
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I see that last horizon
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I hope it brings me peace
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I look forward to the day
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At last my body knows release.
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Ooooh
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Ooooh
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Song Of The Stoic
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Suzanne Vega |