调：D# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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to call a home
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An d I still think of her
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With old Irishmen who live in one
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And dream of horses on the range
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you're making tracks
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But I can't be there
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Well I rubbed my face as the day wore on
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to the black man bar
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to say goodbye
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left to die
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And I cut my hand on an old, story
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As I turned the page to see who died
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I saw the salt pouring into the wound
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Of little boys who
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couldn't cry
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you're making tracks,
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but I can't be there
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and come on back, come on back
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They can't afford life's easy tears
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Faces wet with rooting fear
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An d it's a long
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And the golden harp is sinking slowly
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Trumpet sound in a humble portrait
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salty floor
It's alright,
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But I can be there
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In Marlapone Station in London Town
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sophy
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To country lanes that I have known,
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I see children swimming in an English room
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they splash and shower
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you're making tracks,
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but I can't be there
If you change your mind
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and come back, and come back
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When the power of roses lived in me
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With the thorn and with the petal
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And with surrender to the
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honeybee
and we came to New York.
I used to sit at a table drawing wings
with a pencil that kept breaking,
and I kept remembering
when it slept for several years,
you
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