| I met a man named Byron Black
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| And he carried his life strapped to his back
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| On a sidewalk in Houston he called home
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| Crying: «Don't you forget me»
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| He said: «Don't you forget me»
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| You don’t know what it’s like to walk alone
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| You don’t know and I hope you never will
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| Every stride wears the soul more thin
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| 'Til it’s slowly worn down to nothing
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| Every stride wears the soul more thin
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| 'Til it’s slowly worn down to nothing
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| And what can I do now?
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| Faces of people he would see
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| They were colder than any city street
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| And the days go on and on and they just walk by
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| He said: «I'm disappearing»
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| He said: «I'm disappearing»
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| You don’t know what it’s like to walk alone
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| You don’t know and I hope you never will
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| Every stride wears the soul more thin
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| 'Til it’s slowly worn down to nothing
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| Every stride wears the soul more thin
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| 'Til it’s slowly worn down to nothing
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| And we all walk in their names
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| But our hearts don’t work the same
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| By-products of evolution
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| Lost, always looking for a lost solution now
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| Every stride wears the soul more thin
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| 'Til it’s slowly worn down to nothing
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| Every stride wears the soul more thin
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| 'Til it’s slowly worn down to nothing
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| Every stride wears the soul more thin
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| 'Til it’s slowly worn down to nothing
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| No! |