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He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there. |
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Told me my fortune was enough for me |
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that I would rather be lying lonely in the houses that stand along the river-side, |
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wearing nothing but the ruby bequeathed to me by him when he died. |
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He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there. |
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One look at his visage will tell you so |
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all you need to know is there in black & white, printed o his brow. |
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He has told me why when where but he never told me how - |
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He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there. |
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First time I turned and ran away from him - |
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I could not begin to feel the feelings that I felt he felt then. |
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If he hadn't disappeared in spring that year I'd have sent him home again. |
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He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there. |
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A large courtege of mourners all agree that it was really he |
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huddled in a blanket, chewing on a ball-point pen. |
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They stood him up against the wall & set him off again |
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around the karmic wheel ... big deal - you can't get me that way. |
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I read between the lines of the notice in the times & this is what they say: |
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He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there, half-way there, etc. |
