The road is long
You're gonna get thrown about
Stick to the rhythm
Breathe it in and breath it out
Do what you do, there isn't any secret
Chop wood, draw water, roll cigarettes
Find a lover, put a flower in her hair
Climb a mountain, see the mountain disappear
Be the first to go back to the ghost town
Break bread with the man that's gonna bring you down
Deep
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