I met a man named Byron Black
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And he carried his life strapped to his back
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On a sidewalk in Houston he called home
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Crying, "Don't you forget me,"
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He said, "Don't you forget me,"
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You don't know what it's like to walk alone
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You don't know and I hope you never will
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Every stride wears the soul more thin
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Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
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Every stride wears the soul more thin
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Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
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And what can I do now?
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Faces of people he would see
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They were colder than any city street
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And the days go on and on and they just walk by
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He said, "I'm disappearing,"
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He said, "I'm disappearing,"
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You don't know what it's like to walk alone
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You don't know and I hope you never will
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Every stride wears the soul more thin
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Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
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Every stride wears the soul more thin
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Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
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And we all walk in their names
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But our hearts don't work the same
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By-products of evolution
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Lost, always looking for a lost solution now!
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Every stride wears the soul more thin
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Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
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Every stride wears the soul more thin
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Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
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Every stride wears the soul more thin
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Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
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Every stride wears the soul more thin
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Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
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No!
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Byron Black
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