| Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
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| Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
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| In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
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| To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams
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| I and I
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| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
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| I and I
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| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
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| Think I’ll go out and go for a walk
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| Not much happening here, nothing ever does
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| Besides, if she wakes up now, she’ll just want me to talk
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| I got nothing to say, specially about whatever was
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| I and I
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| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
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| I and I
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| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
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| Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don’t win the race
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| It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth
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| Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice’s beautiful face
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| And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
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| I and I
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| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
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| I and I
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| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
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| Outside of two men on a train platform there’s nobody in sight
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| They’re waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track
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| The world could come to an end tonight, but that’s all right
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| She should still be there sleepin' when I get back
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| I and I
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| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
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| I and I
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| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
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| Noontime, and I’m still pushing myself along the road, the darkest part
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| Into the narrow lanes, I can’t stumble or stay put
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| Someone else is speaking with my mouth, but I’m listening only to my heart
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| I’ve made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot
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| I and I
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| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
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| I and I
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| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives |