| Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones
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| Looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone
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| So far gone
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| I took a turn to myself
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| And I was surprised, cause I saw everyone who ever I had loved
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| I felt a whole lot better after that
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| People look at us and they think were doing fine
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| People look at us cause they see us all the time
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| All the time
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| But they never take to us
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| We’ve been in this town so long we may as well be dead
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| So long as people turn their heads
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| And cross the street whenever we walk on by
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| Someone told the truth when it really mattered most
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| The beauty of the moment is the beauty sadly lost
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| Sadly lost
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| So I went around to your house
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| Over tea and gin we talked about the things we read
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| In Luke and John the things he said
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| And now it’s morning we are the sleepyheads |