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He'll never tell you anything |
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Not even a joke |
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He used ho have faces |
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For all of his places |
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Now he walks with a limp. |
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You can find her down a dusty road |
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She keeps a stutter polished for company |
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And pretends to be deaf in one ear |
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Ane she's been watching the same road |
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For fifteen years |
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Waiting |
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The sun will rise and fall, |
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They just want to lay down now. |
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So long through all these years, |
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No words said, and no bells sound it out. |
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Just one throught through all time |
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To make his way back to her side. |
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Just one throught through all time |
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To me |
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His way |
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To her side |
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To me |
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His way |
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To her side |
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Her side |
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Her side |
