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Down the end of this barroom, |
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Out of sight of the light in the window |
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His mind in his whiskey |
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And his body in a folding chair |
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Far beyond repair |
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I enter his vision |
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He watches me look for my seat |
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He makes his decision |
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And he stands to his feet |
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Lord, it's a long way down |
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It happened to me |
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Wonderful sight |
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Only for me |
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Only for you |
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It happened to be a light shining through |
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Form one who was lost and found |
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Just like me and you |
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Old man says, 'young man, my you're looking |
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Pretty green |
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Like a stranger to this kind of place |
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Come sit at my table |
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Come and look into my face |
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I've got a story to tell.' |
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'there was a father and son |
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But that was a long time ago |
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And when the time came to run |
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I just couldn't say no |
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So i left them behind.' |
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It happened to me |
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Wonderful sight |
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Only for me |
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Only for you |
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It happened to be a light shining through |
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Form one who was lost and found |
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Just like me and you |
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We have seen it before |
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In times of great sorrow |
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That human compassion will flow from a well |
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That has long run dry |
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It happened to me |
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Wonderful sight |
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Only for me |
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Only for you |
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It happened to be a light shining through |
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Form one who was lost and found |
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Just like me and you |
