Once, a long time ago
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I was cast away, left for dead
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A child on the road
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Just a scavenger
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Never looked around
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Just watched my shoes moving forward on the ground
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Looking for a corner feather face man ring
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And a piece of string to tie them on me
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To keep little bit warm
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I wrap myself in leafs
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What was thrown away
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I picked up like a refugee
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You may never hear the angels sing
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On the voice of God all night
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You may walk yourself alone through the hills of the night
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But you walk with the ones you love
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In the valley of your life
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You only stay with the ones you keep
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In the valley of your life
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Once, a long time ago
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There was a shepherd
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Took one on his one
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He took em up high
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Raised up his knife
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No words were spoken
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His face filled the sky
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Leaved his family, leaved his home
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Set free the men, set free to roam
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Baby when I¡¯ve got scavengers
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In this dusty road
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When I¡¯m at highway
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Life¡¯s open road
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Another replicate, life¡¯s open road
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You may never hear the angels sing
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On the voice of God all night
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You may walk yourself alone through the hills of the night
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But you walk with the ones you love
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In the valley of your life
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You only stay with the ones you keep
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In the valley of your life
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You may never hear the angels sing
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On the voice of God all night
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You may walk yourself alone through the hills of the night
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But you walk with the ones you love
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In the valley of your life
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You only stay with the ones you keep
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In the valley of your life
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You only stay with the ones you keep
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In the valley of your life
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Scavenger
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Lucy Kaplansky |