| There’s someone out there, Out in the snow
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| I think that I knew her, long time ago
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| In her only outfit, frayed cap and gloves
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| She is a monument, a tribute cause
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| It must be the bus stop, there through the snow
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| The wind whips right through her thin winter coat
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| (Mm-hmm)
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| She pulls a cart behind her, there are tracks in the snow
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| That lead to her possessions, tied up just so
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| I know that I knew her, but I can’t say how
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| Long time before anyway, the way she is now
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| There’s someone out there, but I can’t make her out
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| Salvation Army shoes on, sole all walked out
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| I know that I knew her, we were in love
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| Long time gone anyhow, there comes the bus
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| Crowd pushes past her, no one looks twice
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| She looks through her window, and I catch her eye
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| She doesn’t know me, She looks away
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| The bus slowly disappears through the snowy haze |