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Belief
In The Small Man
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Just as one life turns from birth Just as the ring finds its worth Just as the leaf turns to gold So you and I will be sold Sold for the work done While we could feel young Sold for the new son Gold for the pure one Where does our home lie Where is our own Lonely the cold cry Only unknown Dark comes the night on the aged Hard comes the day still unpaid yet All in a bed still unmade it Chokes like the tomb and it says it's Sold for the work done While we could feel young Sold for the new son Gold for the pure one Where does our home lie Where is our own Lonely the cold cry Only unknown, unknown, unknown Sold for the work done While we could feel young Sold for the new son Gold for the pure one Where does our home lie Where is our own Lonely the cold cry Only unknown (repeat) |
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