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I hold my shoulder tight against the cold
That rolls down the road tonight
Though I've left the fold
My feet will find a hold
Now I cannot stop
I will not turn around on the road tonight
Though I've left your side
Still I will find
Find a way
The holy garment threads apart
The cloth of white is stained
The floor has bowed beneath the weight
The beams now bend and break
No longer can I call a home
The place I've known so well
But what may come upon the road
Right now I cannot tell
The holy garment threads apart
The cloth of white is stained
The floor has bowed beneath the weight
The beams now bend and break
No longer can I call a home
The place I've known so well
But what may come upon the road
Right now I cannot tell
