| On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
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| I thought I saw you there
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| With the snow falling down around you
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| Like a silent prayer
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| And once on a street in New York City
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| With the jazz and the sin in the air
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| And once on a cold L.A. freeway
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| Going nowhere
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| And it’s strange, but it’s true
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| I was sure it was you
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| Just a face in a crowd
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| On a bus to St. Cloud
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| In a church in downtown New Orleans
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| I got down on my knees and prayed
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| And I wept in the arms of Jesus
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| For the choice you made
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| We were just gettin' to the good part
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| Just gettin' past the mystery
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| Oh, and it’s just like you, it’s just like you
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| To disagree
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| And it’s strange but it’s true
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| You just slipped out of view
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| Like a face in a crowd
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| On a bus to St. Cloud
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| And you chase me like a shadow
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| And you haunt me like a ghost
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| And I hate you some, and I love you some
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| But I miss you most…
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| On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
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| I thought I saw you there
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| With the snow falling down around you
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| Like a silent prayer |