| As I step my feet are dripped in sundown’s shadows
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| And the eyes that pass remind me that she’s gone
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| If my steps could only go back to where they started
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| To the only one I could call my own
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| But stars are hid familiar paths of pardon
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| As I find myself and evening drawing near
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| If only there was some way I could show her
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| How much I really felt and I really cared
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| Chorus:
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| But now I only stop myself and wonder
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| If you ever think of all that’s gone behind
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| Yes I wonder just how things are going for you
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| I wonder does it ever cross your mind
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| Now my days they could be easy going
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| Though the keeper of my cares is far away
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| Cause if there’s someone somewhere out there waitin'
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| Just to let you know things are still OK
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| When my days begin to lose their number
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| And the silver dawn comes streakin' from behind
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| From the night I spent in jokin' and a laughin'
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| With my friends who tried to ease a troubled mind
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| Chorus
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| I guess we should I guess somehow we couldn’t
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| See it through and get along somehow
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| I wish we had a chance to start all over
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| But too many doors are closed to open now
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| Gal if it comes that our ways don’t touch together
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| Cause our roads ya know they just don’t meet again
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| I’d be pleased to know that you still think about me
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| I’d be pleased to count myself amongst yer friends
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| Chorus |