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Keep your powder dry and warm
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Thru the coming darkest storm
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All the fear that's sent your way
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Thru your eyes you might wash away
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When you can
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Still your lantern's strong and bright
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Even thru the darkest night
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All those paper tigers
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All their lies they might have sold you
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Might be wasted on
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One so young that you're old again
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She walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh
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They can't give you all those things
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No pot of gold no big brass ring
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Stay on the road for the night has come
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Perhaps at dawn we will be like one again
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All those paper tigers
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All the lies they might have been sold you
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Might be wasted on
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One so young that you're old again
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Sylvia walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh
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Still the shock rips you thru every nerve
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In the bell jar nothing can be heard
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I would walk with you
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I would talk with you
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I would do anything that would get you thru
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Draw the line for you
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Take the fifth for you
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I would stand on a bridge and jump off it too
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All those paper tigers
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All the lies they might have told you
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Might be wasted on
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One so young that you're old again
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All those paper tigers
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All the lies your mother told you
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Might be wasted on
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One so young that you're old again
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She walks out thru the wind and the rain uh-huh
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...Dedicated to Slyvia Plath
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PAPER TIGERS
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Tom Cochrane |