| There’s a runaway
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| On a cold big city street
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| Trying her best to stay warm
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| On a subway grate
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| She kneels down for the heat
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| And prays for shelter from the storm
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| As people hurry by on their way home
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| Where they dream
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| Of a world without sadness and pain
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| They turn their heads
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| Not a one of them feels ashamed
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| What’s another tear in the rain
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| There the old man stands
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| In a station for a western train
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| Going to where, he don’t know
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| They call him when they can
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| But it still just ain’t the same
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| He’s learning to leave and let go
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| As people hurry by on their way home
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| Where they dream
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| Of a word without sadness and pain
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| They turn their heads
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| Not a one of them feels ashamed
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| What’s another tear in the rain
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| When I was a kid
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| It all seemed oh so simple and clear
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| We’re supposed to take care of each other
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| While we’re here
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| But we turn our heads
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| Not a one of us feels ashamed
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| What’s another tear in the rain
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| What’s another tear in the rain
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| (HARP SOLO)
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| (GUITAR STUFF)
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| Lyrics are copyright 1997?, John Dillon & Steve Cash |