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There's a dirt road that goes
To where all the darkness hides
Over the hill
Lined with the thorn of pining

The wind is soft through the trail
Where the drum of flesh resides
My friends I know you've been there
We were standing side by side

Lonely loneliness
Lonely loneliness
There' a martyr in my bed
He's standing on his head

My friends lets see to each other
That we don't go too far
And wake ourselves on Saturday's
For walks in the park
Believe in the sun rise
Unfold and go

Lonely loneliness
Lonely loneliness
There's a martyr in my bed
He's standing on his head

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