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Early morning, dreary horizon |
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Aching hands are pulling a millstone |
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Wailing from the cart |
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Moaning from a shattered heart |
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He’s burned down many a bridge |
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And he’s scared of walking in the dark |
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It hurts when the rain falls on his skin |
| [01:15.410] |
He’s burned down many a bridge |
| [01:19.050] |
And he’s scared of walking in the dark |
| [01:24.400] |
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin |
| [01:50.080] |
Oh he is worn out from marching |
| [01:54.240] |
And he’s forgotten for what he’s searching |
| [01:59.770] |
Yet he keeps up the stride |
| [02:04.280] |
God knows that he won’t arrive |
| [02:09.430] |
He’s burned down many a bridge |
| [02:12.350] |
And he’s scared of walking in the dark |
| [02:17.600] |
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin |
| [02:26.730] |
He’s burned down many a bridge |
| [02:29.970] |
And he’s scared of walking in the dark |
| [02:35.280] |
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin |
