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My name is |
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Robert Wilson, |
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I'm from Eau |
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Claire, Wisconsin. |
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I've been living out of a suitcase now for fourteen days... |
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I walked the boulevard in |
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Hollywood, |
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I caught a |
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Vegas show that was no good -- |
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Met a dancer there that starred in a broadway play. |
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But it's a lonely world from this |
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Greyhound, |
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Believe me, |
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I've been here fourteen days. |
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Three thousand miles, |
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I've been here fourteen days, |
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Three thousand miles... |
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Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that |
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I'd confess to, |
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Let's just say |
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I'm old enough to get away. |
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Back in school, |
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I found the only written truth |
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On bathroom stalls and telephone booths. |
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I studied awhile, but college got in my way. |
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I've learned much more from the back of this |
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Greyhound, |
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Believe me, |
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I've been here fourteen days. |
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Three thousand miles, |
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I've come a long, long way, |
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Three thousand miles... |
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Have you seen? |
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The world outside is turning -- |
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And it's yours -- we were put here for the learning. |
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People talk to themselves on |
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Greyhounds, |
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Even the driver strains to hear |
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They tell the same forgotten story -- |
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Will it fall on forgetful ears? |
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Down in Houston on comes this woman |
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With two kids and a bottle of booze, |
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And she cracked them both like match heads |
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Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse. |
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And I sat with a girl from |
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Boston, Playing cards for cigarettes. |
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I lost her name with the poker game, |
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But her face |
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I will never forget -- |
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You never forget the view from these windows, |
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Believe me, |
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I've been here fourteen days... |
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Three thousand miles, |
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I've come a long, long way, |
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Three thousand miles... |