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Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue, |
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Thought I heard you talking softly. |
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I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio |
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Still I can't escape the ghost of you. |
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What is happening to it all? |
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Crazy some say- |
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Where is the life that I recognise? |
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Gone away. |
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But I won't cry for yesterday. |
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There's an ordinary world somehow I have to find. |
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And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world |
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I will learn to survive. |
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Passion or coincidence once prompted me to say- |
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Pride will tear us both apart. |
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Well now pride's gone out the window, cross the rooftops, runaway. |
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Left me in the vacuum of my heart. |
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What is happening to me? |
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Crazy some say. |
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Where is my friend when I need you most? |
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Gone away. |
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But I won't cry for yesterday. |
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There's an ordinary world somehow I have to find. |
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And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world |
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I will learn to survive. |
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Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed, |
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Feared today; forgot tomorrow. |
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Here beside the news of holy war and holy need, |
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Ours is just a little sorrowed talk- |
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Blown away. |
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Just blowing away. |
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But I won't cry for yesterday. |
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There's an ordinary world somehow I have to find. |
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And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world |
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I will learn to survive. |
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Any world is my world |
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Every world is my world |
