| He knows the price that he’s paid
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| He admits that it’s too late to admit that he’s afraid
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| Tomorrow comes. |
| Sorrow becomes his soul mate
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| The damage is done. |
| The prodigal son is too late
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| Old doors are closed but he’s always open
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| To relive time in his mind
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| Oh Billy
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| Billy’s leaving today (don't know where he’s going)
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| He’s got lines on his face (they tell the story of his pain)
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| He accepts it’s his fate
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| He admits it took too long to admit that he was wrong
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| Tomorrow comes. |
| Sorrow becomes his soul mate
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| The damage is done. |
| The prodigal son is too late
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| Old doors are closed but he’s always open
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| To relive time in his mind
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| Oh Billy
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| Once he was a lover sleeping with another
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| Now he’s just known as a cheat
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| And he wish he’d had a mirror; |
| looked a little clearer
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| Seen into the eyes of the weak
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| Yeah and once he was a lover sleeping with another
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| Now he’s just known as a cheat
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| And he wish he’d had a mirror; |
| looked a little clearer
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| Seen into the eyes of the weak
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| Tomorrow comes. |
| Sorrow becomes his soul mate
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| The damage is done. |
| The prodigal son is too late
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| Old doors are closed but he’s always open
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| To relive time in his mind
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| Oh Billy… |