| I was coming to the end of a long, long walk
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| When a man crawled out of a cardboard box
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| Under the E Street Bridge
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| Followed me on to it
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| I went out halfway across
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| With that homeless shadow tagging along
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| So I dug for some change
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| Wouldn’t need it anyway
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| He took it lookin' just a bit ashamed
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| He said, You know, I haven’t always been this way
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| I’ve had my moments, days in the sun
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| Moments I was second to none
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| Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
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| Like that plane ride coming home from the war
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| That summer my son was born
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| And memories like a coat so warm
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| A cold wind can’t get through
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| Lookin' at me now you might not know it
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| But I’ve had my moments
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| I stood there tryin' to find my nerve
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| Wondering if a single soul on Earth
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| Would care at all
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| Miss me when I’m gone
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| That old man just kept hanging around
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| Lookin' at me, lookin' down
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| I think he recognized
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| That look in my eyes
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| Standing with him there I felt ashamed
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| I said, You know, I haven’t always been this way
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| I’ve had my moments, days in the sun
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| Moments I was second to none
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| Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
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| Like that plane ride coming home from the war
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| That summer my son was born
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| And memories like a coat so warm
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| A cold wind can’t get through
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| Lookin' at me now you might not know it
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| But I’ve had my moments
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| I know somewhere 'round a trashcan fire tonight
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| That old man tells his story one more time
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| He says
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| I’ve had my moments, days in the sun
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| Moments I was second to none
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| Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
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| Like that cool night on the E. Street Bridge
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| When a young man almost ended it
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| I was right there, wasn’t scared a bit
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| And I helped to pull him through
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| Lookin' at me now you might not know it
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| Oh, lookin' at me now you might not know it
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| But I’ve had my moments
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| I’ve had my moments
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| I’ve had my moments
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| I’ve had my moments |