Álbum: True North (2013)
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Welcome, my son,
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To where the work is never done
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And the hungry are seldom ever fed.
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The department of false hope
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Is a proving ground for dopes.
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And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread. (Hosanna.)
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So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
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Tomorrow won't be made for you.
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And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
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For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
Bm
It crackled on the radio
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Through bright plumes of the sun.
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The announcer said the age of faith was dead.
Bm
Though the adolescent nation
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Was just looking for salvation,
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The beast of reason reared its ugly head. (Hosanna.)
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So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
G D A F# C# D
Tomorrow's not for me and you.
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And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
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For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
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From your cradle of destruction,
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With the poorest of instruction
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And the merest sliver of a tune,
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Oh, you managed somehow to muddle through.
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So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
G D A F# C# D
Tomorrow's not for me and you.
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And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
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For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
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There is nothing more...
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