| He’ll never tell you anything
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| Not even a joke
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| He used ho have faces
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| For all of his places
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| Now he walks with a limp
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| You can find her down a dusty road
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| She keeps a stutter polished for company
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| And pretends to be deaf in one ear
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| Ane she’s been watching the same road
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| For fifteen years
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| Waiting
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| The sun will rise and fall
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| They just want to lay down now
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| So long through all these years
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| No words said, and no bells sound it out
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| Just one throught through all time
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| To make his way back to her side
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| Just one throught through all time
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| To me
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| His way
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| To her side
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| To me
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| His way
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| To her side
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| Her side
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| Her side |