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Halcyon Days

One Of The Roughs

Are you one of the roughs, are you one of the strangers around here
Have you always been tough, you've never known no fear
But every day's a long and broken trail
Every day throws you down and pulls you up again

What have you got to give and what exactly do you need
All I know is how to live and to be aware of thieves
All the great ones look down on me with a smile
Is it because I'm worthy or because I'm vile

I always wondered who you are waiting for
I never knew what you are praying for

I wrote my own tragedy but how many parts
Does it take to tell the story when you don't know where to start
Of the beginning I don't remember much
I don't know where I'm now, the end can't be such