| I’m feeling rather sorry for a man I know
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| The world he holds in trembling hands is asking where to go
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| And as he stares out at me from the mirrored wall
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| I see that he is trying to cry but the tears they will not fall
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| His life is passing by behind his tired eyes
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| Like the colours in a January sky
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| Useless is the question, things concerning the past
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| It seems so very obvious that nothing at all can last
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| And just as sure as tomorrow will soon be yesterday
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| The love you thought you occupied will surely drift away
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| I need you to help me carry on
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| You need me, need you, need him, need everyone
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| And love is such a small word for something that is so vast
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| But in it lies, the future, the present and the past
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| And speaking now of changes, I sometimes feel the fear
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| That the reason for the meaning will even disappear
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| I need you to help me carry on
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| You need me, need you, need him, need everyone
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| You need me, need you, need him, need everyone
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| You need me, need you, need him, need everyone
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| You need me, need you, need him, need everyone |