End Of The Line

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The end of the line
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A calamity at first sight
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Now the man in me don't walk right
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Just like a pebble in my shoe

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But you were a wanderer;
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And a competent one at that
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So it caught me by surprise this venerability
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That I never thought I had

            Em
But you tried so hard to say oh
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everything you wanted to
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But with an aching tongue-
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Oh you spat out at the world now not of words
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but at the pearl that had belonged to her

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So I went back to the country
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where the air was mild and sweet
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I was in need of some reprieve and intermission
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Oh to gather up my things and to get back upon my feet
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But I cant say I've got the answers
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For it's always shades of grey
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But there's a warmth in the air in mid-September
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And its enough across my face just to
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Remind me that I'm well upon my way


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And I feel the ease
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Man I feel it tingle in my toes
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How funny are the way that these memories do grow
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Into some old french film in black and white
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And I know the ropes
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Because you see I've said goodbye to some lovers
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Fleshed out and tied to each other
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By that invisible string it tangles me

Em
And when that morning came up fast well it
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Broke the fever square upon its back
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and finally I felt just like I should
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oh the blood under my fingers warmed
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the clearing of two month storm now done...


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So I went back to the country
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where the air's now bitter sweet
Am
as subtle is the change of my indifference
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Oh but strange is how this solitude

can beat a man complete
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and I can't wait 'till the morning;
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be it sunshine, hail or snow
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see I do not believe in superstition
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But somewhere amongst this mess
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I may have found some happiness to call my own


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Oh and time is a healer
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time is a friend of mine
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in time if you feel it
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would you be a friend of mine
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oh I hope you're a friend of mine