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I lost everything |
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I fell out of a daydream |
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At the door of a long lost friend |
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And I cried aloud |
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Without an inch of pride |
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I knew I had reached the end |
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An old and lonely man |
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Saw me sittin on the curb |
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He reached out an took my hand |
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He said I know your song |
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And I know your name |
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And there was a time that |
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I felt the same |
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But it's a low low road |
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You've gotta roll down |
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Before you find your way, my friend |
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And it's a high, high hill |
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You've gotta climb up |
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Before you get to the top again |
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I held on so dearly |
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To the wrong things in my life |
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But now I see so clearly |
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I was walking into my own knife |
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You've got to get up off that street |
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Stop looking at your feet |
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And take a hold of something real |
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And this old man, took my hand |
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He looked at me and said, little girl, |
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I understand |
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That it's a low low road |
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You've gotta roll down |
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Before you find your way, my friend |
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And it's a high, high hill |
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You've gotta climb up |
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Before you get to the top again |
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And there was a time that |
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I thought that |
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I knew it all |
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And there was a place that |
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I thought |
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I could call my own |
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But it all came crashing down and |
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I looked around |
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And I knew that things would never be the same |
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Low low road |
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You've gotta roll down |
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Before you find your way, my friend |
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And it's a high, high hill |
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You've gotta climb up |
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Before you get to the top again |
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It's a low low road |
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You've gotta roll down |
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Before you find your way, my friend |
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And it's a high, high hill |
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You've gotta climb up |
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Before you get to the top again |
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Cause it's a low, low road |
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You've gotta roll down |
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It's a low, low road |
