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(Jonathan Pointer) |
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A warm wind blows |
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Across my windowsill tonight |
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Like a ghost, like a ghost |
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Soft and low |
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In this other- worldly light |
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I dream of Rose |
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Common time |
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Never ceases, never yields |
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It comes and it goes |
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Now I find |
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I lost the pavement 'neath my wheels |
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When I lost Rose |
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Should anybody wonder where I'm bound |
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I don't know |
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I come and I go |
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Wreckage looks the same from town to town |
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I suppose |
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It wasn't meant to be this way |
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For Rose |
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Soldier on |
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What's left is not what I planned |
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It's what I chose, What I chose |
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And the sun |
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Up and slipped right thru my hands |
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When I lost Rose |
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Should anybody wonder where I'm bound |
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I don't know |
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I come and I go |
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Wreckage looks the same from town to town |
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I suppose |
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It wasn't meant to be this way |