| when the sun |
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refuse to light up the sky |
| and the oceans |
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and the rivers run dry |
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don’t have to run and hide |
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| when the juke box |
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plays the same old song |
| you don’t have to listen |
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you don’t have to sing along |
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don’t have to play along |
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  and I’m sittin’ here on the Spanish Steps
lookin’ out to where the poets slept
tryin’ to protect the innocents
there they go
let the truth be told
| I stand alone |
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here on the side of the road |
| I have no where to go |
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he’s just another lost soul |
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out in this dust bowl |
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| solitary |
|
melancholy man |
| speaks a language |
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we don’t understand |
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try to comprehend |
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o no o no
by Art Lamonica
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