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I wander lonely streets
Behind where the old
Tempsters flow
And in every face I meet
Reminds me of what I have run for
In every man, in every hand
In every kiss you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you too understand
I've gotta tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed
I hope you understand
All these feelings should not be
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In every man
In every child
In every eye
In every sky
Above my head
I hope that I know
So come with me in bed
Because it's you and me
We're history
There ain't nothing left to say
When I will get you alone
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Maybe we could find a room
Where we could see what we should do
Maybe you know it's true
Living with me is like keeping a fool
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In every man, in every hand
In every kiss you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you know that I am me
So come on
I'm thinking about history
And I'm living for history
And I think you know about me
Cause I am one
One of one is two
But three is company
When you're thinking about the things you do
And you're thinking about the things you do
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I wanna tell you my tale
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Now I've fell in love
And jumped out on my bail
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To you
You won't understand
There's more in a smile
Than in a hand
In every sky
In every kiss
There's one thing that you might have missed
Why am I going to
A place that I belongs to you
But you were me
And so am I
Let's pick it up
Let's even try to live today
So why not smile
Don't dream away your life
Cause it is mine
It is mine
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
This life is mine
But the bitter end of it all
Ain't made
It's filled full of hope
I've got a skin full of dough
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Oh, the bed ain't made
But it's filled full of hope
I've got a skin full of dough
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