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The only ones that I remember, the outsiders |
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They called me on a winter day |
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And told me they just had been wandering, the outsiders |
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And came in for a change. |
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Once we had the right |
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To spend the days and fight (find?) |
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Showing photographs, now |
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We will need another train. |
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Once we were the night |
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And watched in black and white |
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Showing hurricanes, now |
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We will creep across the street. |
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And all of our thoughts in the water, the outsiders |
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Are lost in the ignorance |
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And all the seasons always changing, for the outsiders |
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It all remains unchanged. |
