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it blew my mind

I just kept going

آقا چشمتون روز بد نبینه
منو تا لب چشمه بردن ... برگردوندن !

I was a highwaymanAlong the coach roads I did rideWith sword and pistol by my sideMany a young maid lost her baubles to my tradeMany a soldier shed his lifeblood on my bladeThe bastards hung me in the spring of '25But I am still alive

I was a sailorI was born upon the tideWith the sea I did abideI sailed a schooner 'round the Horn to MexicoI went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blowAnd when the yards broke off they said that I got killedBut I am living still

I was a dam builderAcross the river deep and wideWhere steel and water did collideA place called Boulder on the wild ColoradoI slipped and fell into the wet concrete belowThey buried me in that great tomb that knows no soundBut I am still aroundI'll always be around, and around and aroundAnd around and around and around and around

I'll fly a starshipAcross the Universe divideAnd when I reach the other sideI'll find a place to rest my spirit if I canPerhaps I may become a highwayman againOr I may simply be a single drop of rainBut I will remain

And I'll come back again, and againAnd again and again and again and againAnd again