| Oh the neon lights were flashin'
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| And the icy wind did blow
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| The water seeped into his shoes
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| And the drizzle turned to snow
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| His eyes were red, his hopes were dead
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| And the wine was runnin' low
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| And the old man came home
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| From the forest
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| His tears fell on the sidewalk
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| As he stumbled in the street
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| A dozen faces stopped to stare
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| But no one stopped to speak
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| For his castle was a hallway
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| And the bottle was his friend
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| And the old man stumbled in
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| From the forest
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| Up a dark and dingy staircase
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| The old man made his way
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| His ragged coat around him
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| As upon his cot he lay
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| And he wondered how it happened
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| That he ended up this way
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| Getting lost like a fool
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| In the forest
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| And as he lay there sleeping
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| A vision did appear
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| Upon his mantle shining
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| A face of one so dear
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| Who had loved him in the springtime
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| Of a long-forgotten year
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| When the wildflowers did bloom
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| In the forest
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| She touched his grizzled fingers
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| And she called him by his name
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| And then he heard the joyful sound
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| Of children at their games
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| In an old house on a hillside
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| In some forgotten town
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| Where the river runs down
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| From the forest
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| With a mighty roar the big jets soar
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| Above the canyon streets
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| And the con men con but life goes on
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| For the city never sleeps
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| And to an old forgotten soldier
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| The dawn will come no more
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| For the old man has come home
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| From the forest |