| It’s a long, long journey to your own home
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| Where your own truth is waiting to be found
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| And though others will tie you, and try to buy you
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| Turn you 'round, turn you 'round
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| Oh, the weak and timid ones will warn you
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| Not to walk out on unfamiliar ground
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| But it’s there that you’ve got to go to find what you’ve got to know
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| Turn you 'round, turn you 'round
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| And the silvery words tumble from the leaders
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| And the loud Hosannas may abound
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| From the dungeons of history, you’ll hear an answer
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| Turn you 'round, turn you 'round
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| In a time long ago, there was a man
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| To the old lies He would not be bound
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| So they hung Him to a tree for telling you and me
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| Turn you 'round, turn you 'round
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| It’s a long, long journey to your own home
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| Where your own truth is waiting to be found
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| And though others will tie you, and try to buy you
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| Turn you 'round, turn you 'round
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round
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| Turn you 'round, turn you 'round
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| Don’t you let nobody turn you 'round |