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Pennies on the pavement for Jim and Wayne and Rose |
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Tattered flyers beg our help in tracing some of those lost and lonely fractured souls who vanished long ago |
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Where you find them, sad to say, it's true God only knows |
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You linger late in cafes, look back on future days when your dreams were like miracles |
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Now you can only pray |
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For the laugh you heard last night |
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For the face that was there the week before |
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The tears you shed when she walked out the door |
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You know |
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She's been there before |
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You know she's walked out a thousand other doors |
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You've never needed no-one, no-one's ever needed you |
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But you've lived the life and played the game, what more can people do |
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You wake in the early hours |
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Do you think you'll find her there |
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She packed her bags late one night |
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Skipped out without a care |
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Now you seize on certain gestures |
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Scraps of sentence overheard |
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But the memory that stays longest is how she left without a word |
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Oh the laugh you heard last night |
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The face you saw the week before |
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The tears you shed when she walked out that door |
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You know, she's been there before |
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You know she's walked out a thousand other doors |
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Pennies on the pavement, for Jim and Wayne and Rose |
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For those who know which way the wind blows |
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Which way the river flows |