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Robert
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With A Smile On His Face
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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Well, this is Robert
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And Ią„m stoned again
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Lights are out
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A drink in my hand
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Ią„ve got everything
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What I do not need
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And I finally reached
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The dark end of the street
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Oh. Robert
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With a smile on his face
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No more sorrows
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Here in the mud
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No tomorrows
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Just a life on drug
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My life is damned cold
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I really lost my heat
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Because I finally reached
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The dark end of the street
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I doną„t understand
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Whatever I say
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I use to talk in a very
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Roundabout way
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Lies are the trips through
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My boaring days
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Hoping once to get
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Far away
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I didną„t leave footprints
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Wherever Ią„ve been
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I call it the value
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Of not to be seen
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Nobody knows me
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A directory I doną„t need
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Itą„s rather lonely
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At the dark end of the street
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Robert
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| Another Tale |
