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Behold the boy - The stranger, the working man's son
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With skin like white lightning
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And eyes like two shots from a gun
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They'll teach him to pray and work everyday
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He'll learn how to sweat in the sun
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But God has a place - A place for him in His plan
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He won't be like his old man
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He won't be made to crawl
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His folks named him John
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But everyone else called him Snow
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With flesh bright as Sunday
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And a face full of something unknown
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Shunned as he grew, he finally withdrew
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Asleep in a world all his own
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Then he awoke like a child in the Promised Land
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With barely the strength to stand
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And tears in his eyes
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He's a stranger in a strange land from a world far away
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Like a savior in the wasteland with a high price to pay
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He's a stranger in a strange land
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And he can't find his way home
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At seventeen years old he awoke from his world of gray
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(He awoke to a time gone away)
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With a gift ever-reaching and a calling he had to obey
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(They watched as he left home one day)
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They all looked on
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While the prodigal son
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Left the home of his father that day
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Hit New York City with just the shirt on his back
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With a tape deck and battery pack
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And no turning back...
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He's a stranger in a strange land from a world far away
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Like a savior in the wasteland with a high price to pay
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He's a stranger in a strange land
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Stranger in a strange land
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Stranger In A Strange Land
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Spock's Beard |