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Waiting, we were waiting |
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As the traffic moved through all our hearts and our heads |
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But things were different then |
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For the quiet men |
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Shifting, things were shifting |
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Through the walls and halls, there were no walls at all |
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For the quiet friends |
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Of the quiet men |
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The quiet men |
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The quiet men |
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Springtime, there was sunshine |
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Through the window panes, down all the English lanes |
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Where they walked again |
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The quiet men |
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Talking, they were talking |
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Of the times to come and all the time that's gone |
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And they smiled again |
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The quiet men |
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The quiet men |
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The quiet men |
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Listening, they were listening |
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As the season changed and all the reasons changed |
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And people came and went |
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By the quiet men |
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Walking, they were walking |
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Through the rainy days, looking at all the faces |
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But no one ever noticed them |
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The quiet men |
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The quiet men |
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The quiet men |
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The quiet men |
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The quiet men |
