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I'm feeling rather sorry |
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For a man I know |
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The world he holds in trembling hands |
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Is asking where to go |
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And as he stares out at me |
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From the mirrored wall |
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I see that he is trying to cry |
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But the tears they will not fall |
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His life is passing by behind his tired eyes |
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Like the colours in the January sky |
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Useless it is to question |
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Things concerning the past |
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Seems so very obvious |
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That nothing at all can last |
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And just as sure as tomorrow |
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Will soon be yesterday |
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The love you thought to occupy |
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Will surely drift away |
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I need you to help me carry on |
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You need me need you need him need everyone |
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And love is such a small word |
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For something that is so vast |
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But in it lies the future |
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The present and the past |
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And speaking now of changes |
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I sometimes feel the fear |
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That the reason for the meaning |
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Will even disappear |
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I need you to help me carry on |
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You need me need you need him need everyone... |
