| He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there
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| Told me my fortune was enough for me
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| That I should rather be lying lonely in the houses that stand along the
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| river-side
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| Wearing nothing but the ruby bequeathed to me by him when he died
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| He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there
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| One look at his visage will tell you so
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| All you need to know is there in black & white, printed o his brow
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| He has told me why when where but he never told me how —
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| He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there
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| First time I turned and ran away from him —
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| I could not begin to feel the feelings that I felt he felt then
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| If he hadn’t disappeared in spring that year I’d have sent him home again
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| He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there
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| A large cortege of mourners all agree that it was really he
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| Huddled in a blanket, chewing on a ball-point pen
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| They stood him up against the wall & set him off again
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| Around the karmic wheel … big deal — you can’t get me that way
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| I read between the lines of the notice in the times & this is what they say:
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| He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there, half-way there, etc |