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Heaven sent the promised land
Looks all right from where I stand
'cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold,
Turn my lead into gold
'cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies.
Wots.. uh the deal?
Got to make it to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel

Mile after mile, stone after stone
You turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candle light
And her by my side
Or if she prefers, we need never stir again
Someone sent the promised land
Oh, I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout, come on in
What's the news, where you've been
'cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old        

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