I got two strong arms
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Blessings of Babylon
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With time to carry on and try
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For sins and false alarms
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So to America the brave
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Wise men save
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Near a tree by a river
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There's a hole in the ground
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Where an old man of Aran
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Goes around and around
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And his mind is a beacon
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In the veil of the night
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For a strange kind of fashion
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There's a wrong and a right
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Near a tree by a river
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There's a hole in the ground
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Where an old man of Aran
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Goes around and around
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And his mind is a beacon
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In the veil of the night
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For a strange kind of fashion
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There's a wrong and a right
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But he'll never
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Never fight over you
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Near a tree by a river
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There's a hole in the ground
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Where an old man of Aran
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Goes around and around
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And his mind is a beacon
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In the veil of the night
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For a strange kind of fashion
|
There's a wrong and a right
|
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Near a tree by a river
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There's a hole in the ground
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Where an old man of Aran
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Goes around and around
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And his mind is a beacon
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In the veil of the night
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For a strange kind of fashion
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There's a wrong and a right
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But he'll never
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Never fight over you
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I got plans for us
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Nights in the scullery
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And days instead of me
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I only know what to discuss
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Of for anything but light
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Wise men fighting over you
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It's not me you see
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Pieces of valentine
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With just a song of mine
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To keep from burning history
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Seasons of gasoline and gold
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Wise men fold
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Near a tree by a river
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There's a hole in the ground
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Where an old man of Aran
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Goes around and around
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And his mind is a beacon
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In the veil of the night
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For a strange kind of fashion
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There's a wrong and a right
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But he'll never
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Never fight over you
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I got time to kill
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Sly looks in corridors
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Without a plan of yours
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A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
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Thanks to the calling of the wild
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Wise men's child
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The Riddle
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| Gigi D'Agostino |
