| «He's a quiet man,» that’s all she said
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| And he’s a thoughtful man
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| It’s just he likes to keep his thoughts up in his head
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| And we finally meet, and she tries to draw him out a bit
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| She says «He's writing something
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| Hey now, why don’t you talk about it?»
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| And he doesn’t make a sound
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| He’s just staring at his coffee
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| And I know there’s all this beauty
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| And this greatness she’ll defend
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| But I think it’s in my friend
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| I have a friend in a bright and distant town
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| She’s found a common balance
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| Where you do your work, and you do your love
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| And they pay you, and praise your many talents
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| Well I’m passing through, and we know we won’t sleep
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| She laughs, puts up the tea
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| She says «You know I think you remember every part of me.»
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| And the water starts to boil
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| And if I had a camera
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| Showing all the light we give
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| And showing where the light extends
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| I’d give it to my friends
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| Sometimes I see myself fine, sometimes I need a witness
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| And I like the whole truth
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| But there are nights I only need forgiveness
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| Sometimes they say «I don’t know who you are
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| But let me walk with you some»
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| And I say «I am alone, that’s all
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| You can’t save me from all the wrong I’ve done.»
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| But they’re waiting just the same
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| With their flashlights and their semaphores
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| And I’ll act like I have faith and like that faith never ends
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| But I really just have friends |