| Look at this man, what didn’t he have?
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| What led him down this treacherous path?
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| Watching his life slip through his hands
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| Once in a while he understands
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| That’s when the wild winds blow
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| That’s when the pain won’t go
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| Lost in a crowded room where no one seems to care
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| And when the night steals sleep
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| There is a longing deep
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| Within the heart a cry, will someone still be there?
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| Do I see you? |
| Could I see me?
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| Holding on to just a memory
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| There was a home and a family
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| Now that it’s gone, what is to be?
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| That’s when the wild winds blow
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| That’s when the pain won’t go
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| Lost in a crowded room where no one seems to care
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| And when the night steals sleep
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| There is a longing deep
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| Within the heart a cry, will someone still be there?
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| This poor man cried unto the Lord
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| This poor man cried and he was heard
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| Do I see you? |
| Do you see me?
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| In the face of this man or just too blind to see
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| That’s when the wild winds blow
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| That’s when the pain won’t go
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| Lost in a crowded room where no one seems to care
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| And when the night steals sleep
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| There is a longing deep
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| Within the heart a cry, will someone still be there?
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| Still be there
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| Still be there
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah …
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| Still be there |