| I’m the old man at the dance hall
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| I’m the young man in his grave
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| I’m the one you’re gonna cry for
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| When you find I’ve gone away
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| There’s a phone booth on a corner
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| A thousand miles from here
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| With a thousand miles between us
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| She could whisper in my ear
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| But Sheila don’t remember
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| Our secret little sin
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| No, Sheila don’t remember
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| Where my hands have been
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| Well there’s a letter in my pocket
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| There’s a stone inside my shoe
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| There’s a footprint in the yard
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| Where a man walked on the moon
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| Sail on wind, sail on water
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| Roll on wheels down ancient roads
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| This heart can only take me where the angels fear to go
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| And Sheila don’t remember
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| The way she wasted me
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| Or the lovers who have suffered
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| Against her memory
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| Yeah yeah
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| Never knew the peace of understanding
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| Never knew the joy of no regret
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| How could you let me do those things to you
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| And just forget
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| Oh, forget
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| No, Sheila don’t remember
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| Our secret little sin
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| No, Sheila don’t remember
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| Where my hands have been
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| Where my hands have been
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Where my hands have been
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Where my hands have been |