| Well, there’s more than a story of the places I’ve been
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| It’s a lifetime of pictures in my mind, then I’m gone again
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| Tell me, can you see me now?
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| And I feel that you can somehow
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| Well you never had a chance to see me on the stage
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| And now I try to reach out to you on this page
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| So tell me, can you see me now?
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| And I know that you can somehow
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| And we all cry out to those who’ve gone on
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| One’s we held so dear an hour ago
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| Looking for a sign to tell us we’ve done right
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| And light our worried pathways through the night
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| Well in life you took nothing, and gave all you can give
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| You’d show a wanderer like me just how to live
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| So tell me have I done okay?
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| Trying to make it here day by day
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| And we all cry out to those who’ve gone on
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| One’s we held so dear an hour ago
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| Looking for a sign to tell us we’ve done right
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| And light our worried pathways through the night
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| And we all cry out to those who’ve gone on
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| One’s we held so dear an hour ago
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| Looking for a sign to tell us we’ve done right
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| And light our worried pathways
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| And we all cry out to those who’ve gone on
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| One’s we held so dear an hour ago
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| Looking for a sign to tell us we’ve done right
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| And light our worried pathways through the night |