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Some day in some old familiar rain will come along and know my name |
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And then my shelter will be gone and I'll have to move along |
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But till I do I'll stay awhile and track the hidden country of your smile |
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Some day the man I used to be will come along and call on me |
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And then because I'm just a man you'll find my feet are made of sand |
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But till that time I'll tell you lies and chart the hidden boundrys of your eyes |
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Some day the world I used to know will come along and lead me go |
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Then I'll be leaving you behind for love is just a state of mind |
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But till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can |
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And till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can |
