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Farewell, music & lyrics copyrighted by Dale E. Parson, 2008.

1. The young ones are the worst of all.
They'll hit you just to watch you fall.
And leave you lying, damaged in the street.
But the old ones, they are worse than these.
They will cut you right behind the knees,
'cause they want to see you grovel at their feet.
So I guess I'm neither young nor old.
I'll take my place in neither fold.
And I will not run nor battle in their pack.
Just a honest speaking miscreant,
not a bottom feeding sycophant,
in a crowd that wants to stab you in the back.

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Fairwell to things we must abandon,
fading lights and hollow, empty sounds.
The fire is in the sky, don't let another day go by.
The universe is waiting to be found.

2. When I was young the world was free,
magic spilled from every tree,
mysterious enchantments filled the streams.
I could lose myself in a bank of fog.
I could paddle off on a hollow log.
I could wander round in a forest of my dreams.
Then trouble started closing in.
The enchantments all became a sin,
as the Lilliputian monsters came to power.
They'll tie you down with thread so tight.
Run your life and claim the right,
to plan and rule your every waking hour.

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3. Moving now, I'm on the road,
running from a hated load,
heading to the woods where I belong.
I'll pick a tune upon these strings,
find the words and start to sing,
raise my shining spirit in a song.
To those who'd try to hold me back,
stop me dead here in my tracks,
and set me to a task to take me down.
There are some things I'll do for pay,
but there are none I'll do today,
If you look for me I will not be around.

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