| There’s a man in the woods upon that hill
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| With a rope in his hands, with a will to kill some time:
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| To kill his only thing!
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| The thing that kept him moving on
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| In a life that was moving towards its end
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| From the beginning anyway…
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| The day is hot — He’s so cold
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| He is too young — But feels so old
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| And far from being beautiful and bold!
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| Help — There ain’t none for him
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| He’s lost and he is done with it forever and for good
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| Made up his mind, oh yes!
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| Black soul — Blue skies
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| Cold sweat and dead inside
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| A wrong man in a big bad land
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| Where many a good man failed
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| There’s a man in the woods upon that hill
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| Determined to be doing the right thing
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| He’s got a mission to fulfill now!
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| 'Cos everyone’s got the right to be a sucker once or twice
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| But this here man has lost his count so long a go!
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| That same ol' shit from day to day
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| What purpose does he have to stay here
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| Struggling one more day?
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| Well, get away… get away…
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| Them flies all buzzing round his neck
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| And sweat is running down like hell
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| While the sun is shining hotter than in ages!
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| Black soul — Blue skies
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| Cold sweat and dead inside
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| A wrong man in a big bad land
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| Where many a good man failed
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| He goes alone… He goes by his own way…
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| All alone in this vast land
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| Where many a good man failed
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| Now there’s a man in the woods… just swinging in the rain
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| They found him just today…
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| And noone seems to know his name or his face…
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| Black soul — Blue skies
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| Cold sweat and dead inside
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| Just a man in a big bad land
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| Where many a good man failed
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| They go alone… From cradle to their graves…
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| Every day in this vast land
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| Where many a good man failed |