| Who do we have here, it is a lonely man
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| See him stirrin' up the stars in the river with his hand
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| He’s been waiting for the lady who is not gonna come
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| Holding out a hope because you’ve got to have some
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| They say you’ve got to have some
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| So he sits at the bar every night
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| 'Til he forgets why he came
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| Says, «Give me one more one of anything at all
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| It all tastes the same»
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| And that photograph of her is the last thing he reads
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| She may be far away, but she never will leave
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| He knows she never will leave
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| She was the heartsong
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| She was the melody, the memory a lifetime-long
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| Without a heartsong
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| The part of him that you can see will still go on
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| But inside, the song is gone
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| So he sits at the bar
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| 'Til he forgets why he came
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| «Give me one more one of anything
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| It all tastes the same»
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| You know, it all tastes the same
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| She was the heartsong
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| She was the melody, the memory a lifetime-long
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| Without a heartsong
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| The part of him that you can see will still go on
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| But inside, the song is gone |