| I never knew his name, as he called to me
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| Pleading with his eyes, suddenly so wise
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| Trying not to cry
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| Now he’s gone and I never knew his name
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| I’ve seen his kind before rising to his fall
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| God, he was so young like a song half sung
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| Interrupted by someone just as shy
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| Who never knew his name
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| The true cost of honor is suddenly too clear
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| It measures too full and dear
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| He always looks the same dressed in blue or gray
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| All the life he’ll miss, girls he’ll never kiss
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| Things he’ll never try
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| Unaware that I never knew his name
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| I never knew his name, guess it’s just as well
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| So I do my part, hiding from my heart
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| Whispering goodbye
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| Thanking God that I never knew his name |