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I saw a young man by a telephone |
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He was sitting alone in the rain |
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I said, "Hey young man, what you doing here?" |
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He said, "Sir, I'm going insane" |
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"See I love an American beauty |
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But nobody here understands" |
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So he looked to the sky |
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With resentment in his eyes |
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And said, "Lord, why am I in Japan? |
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Lord, why am I in Japan?" |
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He told me a story about yesterday |
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How he walked in the search of a friend |
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But nobody came to his rescue |
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So he came to his bitter end |
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He pulled me close and said |
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"They all stopped and stared |
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As I walked down the street alone |
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And nobody knew my name |
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Nobody knew my name" |
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I said, "Young man, I know where you're going |
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And young man, I know where you've been |
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But I've been in this land for a lifetime, it seems |
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And I'm never to come back again |
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No, I'm never to come back again" |
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So I turned and I gave him my blessing |
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And I left him alone in the rain |
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But I had to just stop and laugh at myself |
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Still nobody knows my name |
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Nobody knows my name |