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You can say the soul is gone |
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And the feeling is just not there |
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Not like it was so long ago |
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On the empty page before you |
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You can fill in what you care |
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Try to make it new before you go |
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Take the simple case of the serge |
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Who wouldn't go back to war' |
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Cause the hippies tore down everything that he was fighting for |
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Or the lovers on the blankets |
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That the city turned to whores |
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With memories of green kissed by the sun. |
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You can say the soul is gone |
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And close another door |
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Just be sure that yours is not the one |
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And I'm singing for the stringman |
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Who lately lost his wife |
| [02:37.41] |
There is no dearer friend of mine |
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That I know in this life |
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On his shoulder rests a violin |
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For his head where chaos reigns |
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But his heart can't find a simple way |
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To live with all those things |
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All those things |
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He's a stringman |
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A stringman |
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All those strings to pull |
