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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 man, in every hand

I guess you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you do understand
I've got to tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed
I hope you understand
All these feelings should not be in the 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 with history
There ain't nothing left to say
When I will get you grown
Maybe we could find a room
Where we could see what we should do
Maybe you know it's true
We're living in the moment


And the good things within

Living's like keeping the fool
In every man, in every hand
In every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men
Hope you know that I am easy
Come on, I'm thinking about history
I'm thinking about history
And I am living for history
And I'm living for history
And I'm thinking about history
You know about me
Cause I am 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
I wanna tell you my tale
Now I've been in love and jumped out on my bail
Do you 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 belong 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
It's mine
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
This life is mine
But the bed ain't made
It's filled full of hope
I've got a skin full of dough
Oh, the bed ain't made
But it's filled full of hope
I've got skin full of dough
you