| Hello, Mr. Right Next Door
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| Have you got some wisdom for
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| The rest of my life
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| I hope it’s not too much to ask
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| Cos I don’t have much to give back
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| Would that be alright?
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| Like all the doctors curing cancer
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| Searching for the right prescription
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| I’m hoping there’s one answer
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| To a million different questions
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| I’ve seen you sit upon your chair
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| Painted pictures with each stare
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| Tell me everything
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| Did you fight in Vietnam?
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| Did you find you’re not as strong
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| As you thought you’d be?
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| Like a bottle with a message
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| In a language I can’t read
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| I’m drifting without reason
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| Least one that I can see
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| Hello, Mr. Right Next Door
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| Have you got some wisdom for
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| The rest of my days
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| Does the love we have run out?
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| Does she make your time here count
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| With your blood in her veins?
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| Do you remember every season
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| That has fallen from that tree
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| I think we’re in a winter
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| And it’s one that just won’t leave
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| I’m sorry sir to carry on
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| Finally, found now that you’re gone
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| The words to say
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| Not sure what I was looking for
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| Knocking on the cobwebbed door
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| Of a ghost, anyways
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| Then you whisper from your mountain
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| With your wider point of view
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| «Son, if you are searching
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| It’s all that you can do»
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| Hello, Mister Right Next Door
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| Hello, Mister Right Next Door
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| (Goodbye)
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| Hello, Mister Right Next Door
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| Have you got some wisdom for the rest of my life |