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i went to a bar |
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to have a rest again |
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i saw him then |
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a smiling old man |
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came rushing in |
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he sat down close to me |
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and soon i could see |
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he's older than it seemes to me |
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and the night moved on and i got no sleep |
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his furrowed face |
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told a story of life |
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his restless eyes |
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kept his face alive |
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his face alive |
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his tanned skin did not tell of his age |
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i could see |
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he's older than it seemed to me |
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he left the bar |
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then he spoke to me |
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and i was captured |
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'cause now i could see |
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his way of life |
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he said little girl you'd better |
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do what you want |
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your life is too short to waste time |
