| I lost everything
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| I fell out of a daydream
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| At the door of a long lost friend
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| And I cried aloud
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| Without an inch of pride
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| I knew I had reached the end
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| An old and lonely man
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| Saw me sittin on the curb
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| He reached out an took my hand
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| He said I know your song
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| And I know your name
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| And there was a time
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| That I felt the same
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| But it’s a low low road
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| You’ve gotta roll down
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| Before you find your way my friend
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| And it’s a high high hill
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| You’ve gotta climb up Before you get to the top again
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| I held on so dearly
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| To the wrong things in my life
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| But now I see so clearly
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| I was walking into my own knife
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| You’ve got to get up off that street
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| Stop looking at your feet
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| And take a hold of something real
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| And this old man took my hand
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| He looked at me and said
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| Little girl I understand
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| That it’s a low low road
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| You’ve gotta roll down
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| Before you find your way my friend
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| And it’s a high high hill
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| You’ve gotta climb up Before you get to the top again
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| And there was a time
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| That I thought that I knew it all
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| And there was a place
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| That I thought I could call my own
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| But it all came crashing down
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| And I looked around
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| And I knew that things
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| Would never be the same
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| Low low road
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| You’ve gotta roll down
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| Before you find your way my friend
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| And it’s a high high hill
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| You’ve gotta climb up Before you get to the top again
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| It’s a low low road
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| You’ve gotta roll down
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| Before you find your way my friend
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| And it’s a high high hill
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| You’ve gotta climb up Before you get to the top again
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| Cause it’s a low low road
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| You’ve gotta roll down
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| It’s a low low road |