| Used to see him hanging around
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| Everywhere in a world of his own
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| See him hanging round street corners
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| Where we would meet
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| He was a lonely kid
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| Now they tell us that he’s moved on
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| Ain’t been seen for so long
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| Don’t know where he’s gone
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| It’s been so long but I’m on the road
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| And though it ain’t been easy
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| At least I made it on my own
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| My tongue’s been tied for far too long
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| And now you’re gonna hear me
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| At least I know where I belong
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| S.O.L.O. |
| I’m on the road
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| S.O.L.O. |
| I’m on my own
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| Y’see everybody’s got someone
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| To lay their troubled lives upon
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| I’m really glad I’ve only got my own
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| Once upon a time
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| Well I had lots of friends
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| I moved freely through their lives
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| But two’s a couple and
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| Well three’s a crowd
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| I was just left out hanging around
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| I’ve had as much now as I can take
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| There ain’t no need to stay
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| S.O.L.O. |
| I’m on the road
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| S.O.L.O. |
| I’m all alone
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| And everybody smiles as I go walking by
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| But I 'm really glad I’ve only got my own |