| It’s true that all the men you knew were dealers
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| Who said they were through with dealing
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| Every time you gave them shelter
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| I know that kind of man
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| It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone
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| Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
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| Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
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| And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
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| You find he did not leave you very much
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| Not even laughter
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| Like any dealer he was watching for the card
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| That is so high and wild
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| He’ll never need to deal another
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| He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
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| He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
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| And then leaning on your window sill
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| He’ll say one day you caused his will
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| To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
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| And then taking from his wallet
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| An old schedule of trains, he’ll say
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| I told you when I came I was a stranger
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| I told you when I came I was a stranger
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| But now another stranger seems
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| To want you to ignore his dreams
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| As though they were the burden of some other
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| Oh, you’ve seen that man before
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| His golden arm dispatching cards
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| But now it’s rusted from the elbow to the finger
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| And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
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| Yes, he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter
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| Ah, you hate to watch another tired man
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| Lay down his hand
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| Like he was giving up the holy game of poker
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| And while he talks his dreams to sleep
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| You notice there’s a highway
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| That is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
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| It’s curling just like smoke above his shoulder
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| You tell him to come in, sit down
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| But something makes you turn around
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| The door is open, you can’t close your shelter
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| You try the handle of the road
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| It opens, do not be afraid
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| It’s you my love, you who are the stranger
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| It is you my love, you who are the stranger
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| Well, I’ve been waiting, I was sure
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| We’d meet between the trains we’re waiting for
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| I think it’s time to board another
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| Please understand, I never had a secret chart
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| To get me to the heart of this
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| Or any other matter
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| While he talks like this, you don’t know what he’s after
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| When he speaks like this, you don’t know what he’s after
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| Let’s meet tomorrow if you choose
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| Upon the shore, beneath the bridge
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| That they are building on some endless river
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| Then he leaves the platform
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| For the sleeping car that’s warm
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| You realize, he’s only advertising one more shelter
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| And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
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| And you say, «OK, the bridge or some place later.»
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| And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
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| You find he did not leave you very much
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| Not even laughter
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| Like any dealer he was watching for the card
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| That is so high and wild
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| He’ll never need to deal another
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| He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
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| He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
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| And leaning on your window sill
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| He’ll say one day you caused his will
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| To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
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| And then taking from his wallet
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| An old schedule of trains, he’ll say
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| I told you when I came I was a stranger
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| I told you when I came I was a stranger
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| I told you when I came I was a stranger |