| When my brother, took that chariot
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| It was not for him to take.
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| For he did not know the outcome,
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| and the hearts that he would break.
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| Well his head was hard as wood Lord,
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| Harder than the tree he hit.
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| But the pain that filled his body
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| He will never, never, forget.
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| Let them tell me he will???
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| I will never leave his side.
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| But I know that he will make it,
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| For a shortcut he will find.
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| Hey!
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| When I saw him that next morning,
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| I did not know what to say
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| For my heart had fell to pieces,
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| When I watched my brother lay.
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| Well my brother told my father,
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| He was sorry for what he’d done.
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| Then my father shed a tear there,
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| and he cried for his youngest son.
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| Let them tell me, he will???
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| I will never leave his side.
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| But I know that he will make it,
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| For a shortcut he will find.
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| Hey!
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| Oh he will find (he will find)
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| He will find (he will find)
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| He will find (he will find)
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| Oh he will find (he will find)
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| He will find (he will find)
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| He will find (he will find)
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| Ayeyeye (he will find) |