Tricks of the Trade

Was it love or recognition
 That has healed this man's condition?
 Oh, I'm hoping and i'm wishing
 That this bird won't fly away
 And we can see life hand in hand
 The green, the blue, the rough, the sand
 And in our time and in our land
 We'll savor every day
 And oh, how our glory may fade
 Babe, well, at least we've learned
 Some things along the way
 Oh, you took me from my bubble
 Knowing my defense was weak
 And you sat there and you listened
 Anytime I chose to speak
 Oh, and you gather from my pleas to you
 That I am but a clown
 Now fear only a hero can defeat
 These demons now
 And oh, how our glory may fade
 Babe, well, at least we've learned
 Some tricks of the trade
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 And as time shall inevitably move on
 Well, at least we'll have four strong legs
 To stand on
 To keep us alive