| I’ve been watching changes in the weather
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| I’ve been searching signs in the sky
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| Lately felt an angel at my shoulder
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| Whispering on me «it's almost time»
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| I’ve been reading the parables on the alley ways
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| I’ve been listening to the sound of State Street breathe
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| I’ve been touching a few of those tender spots
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| Just to see whether or not they will hurt me
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| I can see me over my shoulder
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| Walkin' three steps behind
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| I see someone who looks a lot like you
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| Hangin' on the corner in the corners of my mind
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| I’ve been packing my boxed with letters and years
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| There never seems to be a clear cut end
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| Some things you keep, something you lose
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| Some thing you never mend
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| I’ll be kissing your fingers again
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| And whispering «goodbye» like an old friend
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| It’s not that I have no regrets
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| It’s just I’m not finished yet, oh no
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| Lord won’t you catch me when I’m falling
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| Stay right beside me when I’m rising
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| Unclench my fist when I’m still raging
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| Open my eyes when I’m not seeing
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| I’ve been reading the parables on the alley ways
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| I’ve been listening to the sound of State Street breathe
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| I’ve been touching a few of those tender spots
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| Just to see whether or not they will hurt me |