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Now...in this faraway land |
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Strange...that the palms of my hands |
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Should be damp with expectancy |
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Spring...and the air's turning mild |
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City lights...and the glimpse of a child |
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Of the alleyway infantry |
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Friends...do they know what i mean |
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Rain...and the gathering green |
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Of an afternoon out-of-town |
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But lord i had to go |
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My trail was laid too slow behind me |
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To face the call of fame |
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Or make a drunkard's name for me |
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Though now this other life |
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Has brought a different understanding |
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And from these endless days |
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Shall come a broader sympathy |
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And though i count the hours |
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To be alone's no injury... |
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My home...was a place near the sand |
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Cliffs...and a military band |
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Blew and air of normality |
