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You can say the soul is gone |
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And the feeling is just not there |
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Not like it was so long ago. |
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On the empty page before you |
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You can fill in what you care |
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Try to make it new before you go. |
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Take the simple case of the sarge |
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Who can't go back to war |
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'Cause the hippies |
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tore down everything |
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that he was fighting for. |
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Or the lovers on the blankets |
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That the city turned to whores |
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With memories |
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of green kissed by the sun. |
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You can say the soul is gone |
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And close another door |
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Just be sure |
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that yours is not the one. |
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And I'm singing for the stringman |
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Who lately lost his wife |
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There is no dearer friend of mine |
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That I know in this life. |
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On his shoulder rests a violin |
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For his head where chaos reigns |
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But his heart |
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can't find a simple way |
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To live with all those things. |
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All those things |
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He's a stringman |
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A stringman |
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All those strings to pull |
