| In a room just like so many
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| Knives and forks and glasses clatter
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| He sat behind a microphone
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| In a corner where it didn’t matter
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| For honest pay an honest player
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| Sang for tips and vacant stares
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| On a nowhere night like any other
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| In a nowhere place where no one cares
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| She took a seat at an empty table
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| Looked at the specials on the menu there
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| She’d been out of love for the longest time
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| Told her friends she didn’t care
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| But from his list he picked a sad one
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| Because his heart was empty too
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| And the song she heard was like an arrow
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| From Cupid’s bow it fairly flew
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| And one girl cried to a melody that turned around her soul
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| One girl cried amazed at how the lyric took it’s toll
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| There beside a little table she thought she was safe alone
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| But the music hit it’s mark when one girl cried
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| People try to make things happen
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| They plant a seed to make it grow
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| They choose a crop to fit the climate
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| Till the soil into a row
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| But these two people had it different
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| More like bees on a flower vine
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| Instinct told them where to wander
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| Without a map they made out fine
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| Remember there’s a hundred failures
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| For every seed that sprouts and grows
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| It’s rare to find the right conditions
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| These things only nature knows
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| But miracles are bound to happen
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| And these two might just pass the test
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| And get the care and love they need
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| To carry on for all the rest
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| Repeat Chorus |