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(Richard Thompson) |
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if i cross your path again |
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who knows where who knows when |
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on some morning without number |
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on some highway without end |
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don't grasp my hand and say |
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fate has brought us here today |
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fate is only fooling with us friend |
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keep your distance keep your distance |
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when i feel you close to me what can i do but fall |
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keep your distance keep your distance |
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for with us it must be all or none at all |
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it's a desperate game we play |
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throw our souls our lives away |
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on wounds that can't be mended |
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and debts that can't be payed |
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i played and i got stung |
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now i'm biting back my tounge |
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and sweeping out the footprints where i strayed |
