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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 |
| [00:52.17] |
On the empty page before you |
| [00:57.16] |
You can fill in what you care |
| [01:03.36] |
Try to make it new before you go |
| [01:13.07] |
Take the simple case of the serge |
| [01:19.12] |
Who can't go back to war |
| [01:23.72] |
Because the hippies tore down |
| [01:26.43] |
Everything that he was fighting for |
| [01:34.89] |
Or the lovers on the blankets |
| [01:40.63] |
That the city turned to whores |
| [01:46.75] |
With memories of green kissed by the sun |
| [01:57.98] |
You can say the soul is gone |
| [02:03.63] |
And close another door |
| [02:08.97] |
Just be sure that yours is not the one |
| [02:23.99] |
And I'm singing for the stringman |
| [02:30.12] |
Who lately lost his wife |
| [02:35.62] |
There is no dearer friend of mine |
| [02:41.11] |
That I know in this life |
| [02:45.91] |
On his shoulder rests a violin |
| [02:51.30] |
For his head where chaos reign |
| [02:56.84] |
But his heart can't find a simple way |
| [03:02.48] |
To live with all these things |
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All these things |
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All these things to pull |
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He's a stringman |
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A stringman |
