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In the night when you're lonely |
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and you can't find a word for how you feel |
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There's a place that you know of |
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where the lights are so low they're hardly real, |
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In a chair on the front verandah is a weight |
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with a thought to set you free. |
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The weight is my soul |
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The weight is my soul, come to me. |
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I can see through the streetlights |
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where the evening air is turning round |
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All I hear is the hangin' of the moon |
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and the stars on the sky, |
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In a chair on the front verandah is a weight |
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with a thought to set you free. |
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The weight is my soul, |
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The weight is my soul, come to me. |
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Have you thought of the times |
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when your heart and your mind are free |
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Have you thought of the times |
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when your heart and your mind are free |
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In the night when you're lonely |
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and you can't find aword for how you feel, |
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There's a place that you know of |
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where the lights are so low they're hardly real, |
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In a chair on the front verandah is a weight |
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with a thought to set you free. |
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The weight is my soul, |
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The weight is my soul, come to me. |
