| There’s a stone around my belly
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| Keeps me up at night
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| Makes me want to feed it
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| Makes me want to fight with the world
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| I got a heart full of darkness
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| I got a headache full of dreams
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| I got a lifetime of memories
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| I don’t know what they mean to this world
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| Is there a place in this world for a dreamer
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| If dreaming were all he could bring
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| Would you listen to a man with a stone around his belly sing?
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| Now Jesus was a carpenter
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| This I do believe
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| He built his church without walls
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| And we brought him to his knees in this world
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| Now we lift our prayers to heaven
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| Up above the smog
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| Up above the satellites
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| Angels long for this world
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| Is there a place in this world for angels
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| Who would turn in their perfect wings
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| Just to walk down this road lifetime and sing
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| A song for this world
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
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| There’s a reason for the sadness
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| There’s a reason for the song
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| I have reason to believe that I won’t be too long for this world
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| Sixty years seventy-three if I’m lucky
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| Take this stone take this belly to a cabin in Kentucky
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| Push the stone up the mountain
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| Watch the stone roll down
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| Roll the stone into a pick-up truck
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| And drive it into town
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| In the town I check my mailbox
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| Find a letter from a friend
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| Who has hired a private eye
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| To find out where the hell I’ve been
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| Well I’ve been up on the mountain
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| I’ve been rollin' like a stone
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| Searchin' this whole world over
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| For a place to be alone
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| Alone to see the sunsets
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| And to count what I have lost
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| Alone to read aloud Walt Whitman
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| And to live like Robert Frost |