| The stage is set another show must go on The spotlight’s burning down into my face
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| The drummer sits up high upon his rostrum
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| Guitarists play each other face to face
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| And when it’s over, I’ll stop and wonder
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| And never understand
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| 'cause leaving this was never in my plans
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| And when I’m playing all I see is things you’ll never find
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| Flowing rivers passing through my mind
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| Deceiving and receiving was my pastime
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| to every girl who liked my written lines
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| They’d think that any moment I’d be their guy
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| But crying never justified my lies, oh no And next time 'round will be the same
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| They never understand that hurting them was never in my plans
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| My songs will slow like passing clouds
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| Something in each line
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| Flowing rivers passing through my mind
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| I’ve got to go, I’ve finished what I came for
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| Playing every city, state to state
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| Singing every town that learned to like me Modest payments paid for what I ate
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| Ah, you’re standing there, tears in your eyes
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| You once called me a man
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| And loving you was never in my plans
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| We’ll go together, you and I, till we both find
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| Flowing rivers passing through my mind
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| We’ll go together, you and I, till we both find
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| Flowing rivers passing through my mind |