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1. The autumn sun
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Warmed the sand
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Of the river running dry
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And around the gums
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Dads and mums
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Lay with dogs
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Under open skies
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And let the days slip by ...
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Chorus
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The measure of a man isn't found
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In the dollars in his pocket
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Or in where he lives in town
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It's what lies deep within
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Past the colour of his skin
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When we look there we begin to understand
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The measure of a man
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2. They gave the land
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This bed of sand
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To the ones who now reside
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But can rocks and earth
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Restore their worth?
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Their hope? Their lives? Their pride?
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So many broken years have slipped by ...
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Chorus
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3. I've heard the tales
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They say are true
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Of the waste and the abuse
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As I live my life
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With my kids, my wife
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In a world just so removed
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Who can resolve the two?
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Chorus
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The Measure of a Man
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| Colin Buchanan |
