| Cold rain down on my face, buses hurry on,
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| Work’s out, here comes the race,
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| People heading home.
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| Wait a second! |
| Don’t I know you?
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| Haven’t I seen you some place before?
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| You seem to be like someone I knew.
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| He lived here, but he left
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| When he thought that there was more.
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| Than cold rain and nowhere to go. |
| Many people share
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| Sad dreams and hopes that are stained
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| By the sulphur in the air.
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| Don’t I know you?
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| Haven’t I seen you some place before?
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| You seem to be like someone I knew.
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| Yes he lived here, but he left
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| When he thought that there was more.
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| Than cold rain out on the street, I am all alone.
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| With cold rain down on my face,
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| I am heading home.
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| Crosby, Stills, Nash — Vocals
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| Stephen Stills — Electric Guitar
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| Joe Vitale — Drums
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| Gerald Johnson — Bass
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| Mike Finnigan — Organ |