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7/28/2007 alternate lyrics
i've been high, and i've been down
my head in the clouds and my hands in the ground
in the arms of a woman, i found my way home
in the arms of a woman, i had been lost
when i'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
i hope you'll be by me then
when i'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
i hope you'll be by me then
as a young man, i was afraid
of my life, what would I make?
i would make love, what will i hate?
what bittersweet road will i take to my grave?
and if i'm old 'til this oldness have me dying
i hope you'll be by me then
oh, when i'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
i hope you'll be by me then
i hope you'll be by me then
sick of you, and i'm sick of me
i'm sick of wars, and i'm sick of peace
i'm sick of sound 'til i'm sick of silence
oh, sick of the darkness 'til i'm sick of the light
when i'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
i hope you'll be by me then
i hope you'll be by me then
oh, when i'm so sick that this sickness have me dying
i hope you'll be by me then
once, as a boy, i saw what happened
i saw them beat him down to the cold, cold ground
watched those big boys beat that man down
i was too weak to make a stand
when i'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying
i hope you'll be by me then
when i'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying
i hope you'll be by me then
when i'm old 'til this oldness feels like dying
i hope you'll be by me then
so i will live as i see fit
there will be those who will not like it
but in the arms of a woman, i found my way home
so to the arms of a woman, i will go
And if i'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
i hope you'll be by me then
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#27
main lyrics
I've been high, and I've been down
my head in the clouds, and my hands in the ground
in the arms of a woman I've found my way home
in the arms of a woman I have been lost
When I'm so lost that this losing feels like dying
hope you'll be by me then
when I'm so lost that this losing feels like dying
hope you'll be by me then
As a young man, I was afraid
of my life, what would I make?
well, I will make love, what will I hate?
what bittersweet road will I choose to the grave?
And if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
oh, yes, if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of me
I'm sick of war, and I'm sick of peace
I'm sick of sound like I'm sick of silence
I grow sick of the darkness till I'm sick of the light
When I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
yeah, when I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
I hope you'll be by me then
The world, Lord, I weigh
down on my knees and pray
if I believed it, I would stay
but I don't what you want, what you want
Once as a boy, I saw what happened
I saw them beat him down to the cold, cold ground
I watched those big boys beat that man down
and I was too weak, too weak to take a stand
When I'm so weak that this weakness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
when I'm so weak that this weakness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
if I'm old till this oldness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
So I will live as I see fit
and there will be those who will not like it
but in the arms of a woman I find my way home
it's to the arms of my woman I will always go
And if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
'cause if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
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