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Now my road has turned to tracks, Stones to pebbles, see them roll away. My wandering troubles need not break my back, Mmm, sorrow is the price I pay. I sing my sorrows to the morning; I speak them to the night. You best believe I?ll keep singing unt

Now my road has turned to tracks, Stones to pebbles, see them roll away. My wandering troubles need not break my back, Mmm, sorrow is the price I pay. I sing my sorrows to the morning; I speak them to the night. You best believe I'll keep singing unt