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On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota |
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I thought I saw you there |
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With the snow falling down around you |
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Like a silent prayer |
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And once on a street in New York City |
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With the jazz and the sin in the air |
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And once on a cold L.A. freeway |
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Going nowhere |
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And it's strange, but it's true |
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I was sure it was you |
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Just a face in the crowd |
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On a bus to St. Cloud |
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In a church in downtown New Orleans |
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I got down on my knees and prayed |
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And I wept in the arms of Jesus |
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For the choice you made |
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We were just gettin' to the good part |
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Just gettin' past the mystery |
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Oh, and it's just like you, it's just like you |
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To disagree |
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And it's strange but it's true |
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You just slipped out of view |
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Like a face in the crowd |
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On a bus to St. Cloud |
