| Walking down a road hedged with roses
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| Time stands still forever
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| Somewhere in the shadows hiding
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| Sits an old man laughing
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| Talking to the wind I drank the beauty
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| I found no time to count the hours
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| Even though I do my best
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| Sometimes I get to thinking
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| But it really don’t amount to much… no Window shades are securely drawn
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| Childish patter is heard no more
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| Papers left strewn upon the lawn
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| And there’s nobody home next door, no-one
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| Well was that what you meant
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| When you said I… I should stay at home
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| Was that what you thought
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| When I left you on your own
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| Dida la da, dida la da, dida la dah
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| I turned to my guide but just as I feared
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| The preaching began so I… disappeared
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| To a tiny door with a golden sign
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| That magic place of great renown
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| Only lines, on our four dead minds (?)
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| Yes only rags for our blinds
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| You know that bare boards, and paper walls
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| They don’t make any sense
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| When there’s only
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| Time to kill |