| Rests where he’s staying, nowhere he knows
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| A place where nobody cares
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| Where he’s straying, or where he goes
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| To find no-one in particular, footloose, adventure still
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| No thoughts for reasons, he does all he’s doing, has time to kill
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| And still, he’s killing the time
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| Sundowner, drifting from place to place
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| Where all he needs is a shelter from seasons he has to face
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| No bounds or duties are his, never seeking to find an end
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| For life goes on being life, time and fortune, he needs no friends
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| And yet he’s killing the time
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| Where does he come from, what did he do?
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| You know the answers are his hopes and promises, nothing new
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| With no regrets, he goes on doing nothing, himself alone
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| But still he finds all the time isn’t wasted, his life his own
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| And yet he’s killing the time
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| And with no questions then, he finds his way…
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| Tomorrow’s never dawn, only today…
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| Content within his time, he just drifts away…
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| He finds his way…
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| He finds his way!
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| Sundowner, drifting from place to place
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| Where all he needs is a shelter from seasons he has to face
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| No bounds or duties are his, never seeking to find an end
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| For life goes on being life, time and fortune, he needs no friends
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| And yet he’s killing the time
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| Where does he come from, what did he do?
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| You know the answers are his hopes and promises, nothing new
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| With no regrets he goes on doing nothing, himself alone
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| But still he finds all the time isn’t wasted, his life his own
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| And yet he’s killing the time |