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Verse 1:
Heav-en sent the prom---ised land.
Looks all right-from where I stand,
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'cause I'm the man---the out--side look-ing in.
Wait-ing on the first----step,show me where the key is kept.
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Point me down the right line,be-cause it's time---
to let me in--from the cold.--Turn my Lead--in-to gold,--
'cause there's a chill wind blow-in' in--my--soul,
and I think I'm grow-ing cold.
Verse 2:
Fire_bright by can--dle--light_ and her by my side.
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Or if she pre-fres, we need ne--ver stir a--gain.
Some-one sent the prom--ised land.
Oh, I grabbed_it with both hands.
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Now I'm the man on the in-side---look-ing out.
Hear me shout.--Come on in. What's the news?--Where you been?
'Cause there's no--wind left in--my soul,and I've--grown old.
Flash the read-ies. Wot's...uh the deal?
Got to make it to the next meal.
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Try to keep---up with the turn--ing of------the wheel.
Mile after mile,stone af--ter stone,
you turn to speak,--but you're alone.
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Mil-lion miles from home,----you're on----your own.
So let me in---from the cold. Turn my lead--in-to gold,
'cause there's a chill wind blow-in' in my soul,
and I think I'm grow-ing cold.
Outro: