| Huddled on across the street
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| Getting cold when we suddenly meet
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| Must have been a couple of years
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| And I feel nothing but a cold, cold fear
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| 'Cause now I? |
| m looking at a face that belonged to my mother
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| Looking at a shadow from my long gone past
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| I had written him right off told my self not to bother
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| But I can? |
| t? |
| cause I remember that day
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| That day
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| And now my blood runs cold in my frozen vein
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| I see a man that I swore I never talk to again
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| No way? |
| cause there is nothing to say
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| Fightin' off a tremblin? |
| shame
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| When I hear him calling out my name
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| And I just turn around and leave him behind
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| But his voice is still alive in my mind
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| 'Cause I was looking at a face that belonged to my brother
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| Looking at a shadow from my long gone past
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| I had written him right off told my self not to bother
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| But I can? |
| t? |
| cause I remember that day
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| That day
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| And now my blood runs cold in my frozen vein
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| I see a man that I swore I never talk to again
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| No way? |
| cause there is nothing to say
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| It? |
| s a no good meeting at a no good street
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| You know I just can? |
| t take it now I? |
| m on my feet
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| He? |
| s dead, there? |
| s nothing left to be said |