I had it all, or should I say I saw it all?
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And it's a long way from the dustbin of New Jersey to the top
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Who would have known?
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Who would have known
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I had a dream, but dreams had other plans for me
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For 30 years I set the thermostat
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Where Frank Sinatra liked it,
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And old his girl hands on his hats
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I never knew which one were mine
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Now he's gone, and I'm alone
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And I don't know where I might be going
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I heard the wind, the wind stopped blowing
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Set me on the roadside from the house
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But how, for me was always someone else you know
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That shadows always fall, when the sun goes down
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I shook the hands, a few dames and presidents
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And though they always smile politely
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With a measure of decorum
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Still their eyes would stare beyond me
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For a glimpse of something more
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But now he's gone,
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Now they're gone
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And I don't know where I might be going
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I heard the wind, the wind stopped blowing
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Set me on the roadside from the house
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But how, for me was always someone else you know
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That shadows always fall, when the sun goes down
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Alone, is shadow of a star, don't you know
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That shadows always fall, yeah shadows always fall,
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When the sun goes down
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And I don't know where I might be going
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I heard the wind, the wind stopped blowing
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Set me on the roadside from the house
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But how, for me was always someone else to go
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On Being Frank
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| Ben Folds Five |
