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[ti:Just Look Away] |
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[ar:PFM] |
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[al:The World Became The World] |
[00:08.25] |
Scraping his bow |
[00:11.68] |
The old violinist plays out of tune |
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Blues on his fingers |
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The people hurry by |
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As he plays upon his corner |
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Sometimes throw a coin |
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And if they see the pain in his eyes |
[00:44.78] |
They just look away |
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Old men in the park |
[00:56.20] |
Spitting at the world |
[00:59.41] |
Just count the hours |
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Faded flowers |
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Left up on the shelf |
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Trying to keep warm |
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In an overcoat of memories |
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Soon be dead |
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Scraping for fuel |
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This crazy old world is quite out of tune |
[01:52.44] |
Too many trumpets |
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The people hurry by |
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All looking for a corner |
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And if they meet a friend |
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Who asks them to repay some old favour |
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They just look away |
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Old men in the dark |
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Sitting on the world |
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Play cards with words |
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So absurd |
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The devil's harmony |
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Each man to himself |
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In a well cut suit of selfishness |
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Just looks away |
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