| Phone calls and taxi-rides
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| And somebody’s leaving
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| Misunderstandings get out of control
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| And the right words get left
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| And the wrong words get spoken
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| He’s gone but not your pride
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| Not much can help
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| The full heart that’s breaking
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| Can’t find the words
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| And you can’t hide the feelings
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| And it’s down to the bone
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| To the heart of the matter
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| You’re free free as stone
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| Look at you now
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| You’re the picture of sorrow
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| Head in your hands
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| Like a scene from a movie
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| And all of the things
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| That seemed so important
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| Are leaves and are blowing away
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| Nothing can help
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| The full heart that’s breaking
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| You can’t find the words
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| And you can’t hide the feelings
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| And it’s down to the bone
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| To the heart of the matter
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| You’re free free as stone
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| Walk through this town
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| On a cold Sunday morning
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| Soldiers in uniforms
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| Guns in their hands
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| The world all caught up
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| With barbed wire fences
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| I’m free I’m free as stone
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| Oh nothing can help
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| The full heart that’s breaking
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| Won’t find the words
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| And you can’t hide the feelings
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| And it’s down to bone
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| To the heart of the matter
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| You’re free free as stone
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| You’re free free as stone |