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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWots…uh the Deal
Heaven sent the promised landLooks all right from where I standCause I'm the man on the outside looking inWaiting on the first stepShow me where the key is keptPoint me down the right line because it's timeTo let me in from the coldTurn my lead into goldCause there's a chill wind blowing in my soulAnd I think I'm growing oldFlash the readies, wot's...uh the deal?Got to make it to the next mealTry to keep up with the turning of the wheelMile after mileStone after stoneYou turn to speak, but you're aloneMillion miles from home, you're on your ownSo let me in from the coldTurn my lead into goldCause there's a chill wind blowing in my soulAnd I think I'm growing oldFire bright by candlelightAnd her by my sideAnd if she prefers, we need never stir againSomeone sent the promised landAnd I grabbed it with both handsNow I'm the man on the inside lookin' outHear me shout "Come on in,What's the news, and where you've been?"Cause there's no wind left in my soulAnd I've grown old
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