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I took this walk to ease my mind |
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To find out what`s gnawing at me |
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Wouldn`t think to look at me, |
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that I`ve spent a lot of time in education |
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It all seems so long ago |
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I`m a thinker, not a talker |
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I`ve no-one to talk to, anyway |
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I can`t see the road |
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for the rain in my eyes |
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Ahhh ... |
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I live above the grocers store, |
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owned by an Austrian |
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He often calls me down to eat |
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And he jokes about his broken English, |
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tries to be a friend to me |
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But for all my years of reading conversation, |
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I stand without a word to say |
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I can`t see the bridge |
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for the rain in my eyes |
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Ahhh... |
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And the world is full of life |
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Full of folk who don`t know me |
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And they walk in twos or threes or more |
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While the light that shines above the grocer`s store |
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Investigates my face so rudely |
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And my essays lying scattered on the floor |
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Fulfill their needs just by being there |
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And my hands shake, my head hurts, |
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my voice sticks inside my throat |
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I`m invisible and dumb, |
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And no-one will recall me |
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And I can`t see the water |
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for the tears in my ey-y-yes |
