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Some day some old familiar rain will come along and know my name.
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And then my shelter will be gone and I'll have to move along.
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But 'till I do I'll stay awhile and track the hidden country of your smile.
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Some day the man I use to be will come along and call on me.
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And then because I'm just a man, you'll find my feet are made of sand.
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But 'till that time I'll tell you lies and charter hidden bound'ries of your eyes.
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Some day the world I use to know will come along and bid me go.
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Then I'll be leaving you behind for love is just a state of mind.
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But 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can.
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And 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can.
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WORLD I USED TO KNOW
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| Rod McKuen |
