| I see him there most ev’ry day,
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| A lonely man and his guitar.
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| In his eyes, I see the pain,
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| All the faces and the places,
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| All the trouble that he’d seen.
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| There was a time,
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| There was a day,
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| They’d come from miles around.
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| They all knew his name.
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| But day’s gone by are gone,
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| Now only memories remain.
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| Then he starts to play.
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| Suddenly the pain slowly fades away.
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| Tattered, torn and frayed,
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| There’s a place within his heart
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| He’ll always save for the song and emotion.
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| Know he’s got to his dyin' day.
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| Song and emotion.
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| You can hear him play.
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| You can still hear him say,
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| Better run for cover 'cause it looks like rain again!
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| And now his life is but a shadow of his dreams.
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| The calm is over, been stormin' for years.
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| He turns and leans his shoulder to the wind.
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| Lost again!
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| All along, on his way to the top,
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| Somehow, somewhere, something was lost.
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| Through it all he knew his only friend was
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| Song and emotion.
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| Know he’s got to his dyin' day.
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| Song and emotion.
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| Where are they now, where are those people who promised him his dreams?
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| Where are they now for this lonely creature on the streets?
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| Broken, humbled by the cold reality.
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| Life at the top ain’t always what it seems.
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| Oh, better run for cover, 'cause it looks like rain again.
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| You best be careful of what you dream,
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| Of what you dream!
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| Song and emotion.
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| Song and emotion.
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| Song and emotion.
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| Song and emotion. |