| Like crippled ships that made it
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| Through a storm and finally reached a quiet shore
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| The homeless found a home on Susan’s floor
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| Didn’t feel so cold and tired
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| Stretched out before her fire
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| Rollin' smokes and drinkin' up her wine
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| And I remember candlelight
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| And singing 'til we could not sing no more
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| Then fallin' warm asleep on Susan’s floor
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| Well now that my song is sweeeter
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| I think I’d like to greet her
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| And thank her for the favors that she gave
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| A stranger I came
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| My head bowed in the rain to her door
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| I sat and sang my songs on Susan’s floor
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| In the mornin' I’d go on
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| Buyin' kingdoms with my songs
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| Knowin' I’d be back in just a while
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| Warm in the sunlight of her smile
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| Well lots of time and songs have passed
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| I catch myself just looking back
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| Reliving all the wonder of those nights
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| That’s where I’d be today
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| If I had only stayed one night more
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| And sang another song on Susan’s floor
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| Like crippled ships that made it
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| Through a storm and finally reached a quiet shore
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| The homeless found a home on Susan’s floor |