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We had an apartment in the city. |
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Me and my husband liked living there. |
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It's been years since the kids have grown, |
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a life of their own, left us alone. |
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John and Linda live in Omaha. |
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Joe is somewhere on the road. |
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We lost Davy in the Korean war. |
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I still don't know what for, don't matter any more. |
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You know that old trees just grow stronger, |
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and old rivers grow wilder every day, |
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but old people, they just grow lonesome |
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waiting for someone to say, |
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'Hello in there. Hello' |
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Me and my husband, we don't talk much anymore. |
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He sits and stares through the backdoor screen. |
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And all the news just repeats itself |
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like some forgotten dream |
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that we've both seen. |
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Someday I'll go and call up Judy. |
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We worked together at the factory. |
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Ah, but what would I say when she asks what's new? |
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Say, 'Nothing, what's with you? |
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Nothing much to do.' |
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You know that old trees just grow stronger, |
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and old rivers grow wilder every day, |
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ah, but old people, they just grow lonesome |
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waiting for someone to say, |
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'Hello in There. Hello.' |
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So if you're walking down the street sometime |
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and you should spot some hollow ancient eyes, |
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don't you pass them by and stare |
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as if you didn't care. |
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Say, 'Hello in there. Hello.' |
