In my twenty-seventh year
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I set out to confront my fears
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And found the role of a lifetime
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You see, two plus seven is nine
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And the ninth card in the Tarot
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Is that Hermit I came to know
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In London I did deprave
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As if beyond the grave
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From my Hermit’s Cave
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Over my shoulder to…
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Source of Life
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Come as prisoner of love
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Hermit’s Cave
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Hermit’s Cave
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Source of Life
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Come as prisoner of love
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I rarely ever went outside
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Excepting the daily stride
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I made me a weekly pot
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And read Bible quite a lot
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There, true loneliness I did learn
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Then I got a sick from Admiral Byrd
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My catharsis was crushed in a wave
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And my family I did crave
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Oh, wretched Hermit’s Cave!
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Over my shoulder to…
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Source of Life
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Come as prisoner of love
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Hermit’s Cave
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Hermit’s Cave
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Source of Life
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Come as prisoner of love
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Hermit's Cave
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| Cass McCombs |
