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I'm waiting for the bus to come |
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I'm lying on a bench |
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Thinking of a book |
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I readAnd wondering what it meant |
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I hear footsteps coming closer |
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It's an ordinary man |
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He comes up to me, shakes my hand |
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And asks me, who |
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I am?I am paralyzed, |
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I can't talk or move |
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What could |
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I say?And before |
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I have the chance to think |
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I tell this man my name |
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I tell this man my name |
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He smiles and looks away |
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But I still don't know the answer to this day |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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To this day |
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I don't know the answer |
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To this day |
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I don't know the answer |
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To this day, yeah |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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To this day |
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I don't know the answer |
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To this day |
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I don't know the answer |
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To this day, yeah |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
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I don't know the answer |
