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There was a man of confused and sad nature |
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Thought no one loved him, that was not true |
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He said he was a lost soul, didn't fit in anywhere |
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Didn't know where to turn or who to turn to |
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There's a lost soul coming down the road |
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Somewhere between two worlds |
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With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips |
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We'll row the boat to the far shore |
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Row the boat of love, lost soul |
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Ever since, oh, I can remember |
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We all tried to ease the pain |
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Took him in when he needed some shelter |
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Tried to make him feel he was one of us again |
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There was one day, oh, I can remember |
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He sat alone with a pencil in his hand |
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All day long he drew careful on the paper |
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In the end, just a picture of a man |
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There's the lost soul coming down the road |
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Somewhere between two worlds |
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With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips |
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We'll row the boat to the far shore |
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Row the boat of love, lost soul |
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Oh, dear Mary, do you remember |
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The day we went walking downtown |
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As I recall, it was in early December |
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After school had just let out |
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When I see you on the street in the twilight |
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I may tip my hat and keep my head down |
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You show me love, but maybe I don't deserve it |
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I've been called but not been found |
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There's a lost soul coming down the road |
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Somewhere between two worlds |
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With an oar in his hands and a song on your lips |
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We'll row the boat to the far shore |
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Row the boat of love, lost soul |