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In the beggar's house of wasted thoughts |
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I saw you |
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You took my hand, led me to another land |
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Down past the old picture house we wandered |
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With no time to be proud, |
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I have to decide now |
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If I should follow the sorrow or the song |
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Where do I belong? |
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The sorrow or the song? |
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The sorrow or the song? |
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How the thought of you clings to me like |
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How the thought of you clings to me like |
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A haunting school yard memory waiting |
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I'll have to wait turn, sit and watch them burn |
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The prison wall, the music hall, the tower clock |
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Is watching over town, |
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I'll have to decide now |
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If I should follow the sorrow or the song |
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Where do I belong? |
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The sorrow or the song? |
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The sorrow or the song? |
