| Many days and months have I waited for the train
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| To leave this city far behind, seek country once again
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| The passengers sit talking all through the afternoon
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| And the porter waltzes quietly with a honey-colored broom
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| Well life in a box canyon, it don’t get you very much
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| Just a lizard and the stone at where he’ll sleep
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| I go on daydreaming though I’m really out of touch
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| And the soldier lies forgotten in the keep
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| Once I had a woman, she reminded me of the wind
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| And although it was an accident I’d asked the gods to win
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| And they granted me one favor 'fore they tore the veil away
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| And I don’t know what I’ve lost or won, I don’t even know today
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| Each day the children come and they stand around the court
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| Deciding what is pleasure and when to play
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| When I was but one of them, well I knew how to sing
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| Tell me what are my children to say
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| Well life in a box canyon, it don’t get you very much
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| Just a lizard and the stone at where he’ll sleep
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| I go on daydreaming though I’m really out of touch
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| And the soldier lies forgotten in the keep |