When the princess and the peasants each look back at you the same
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When the friend that you had known before can't quite recall your name
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When each morning there's a cloudy sky to keep the sun from showing
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Then you know you are your own sometimes that's all that keeps ya going
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Neath the chimneys and the rooftops of a village safe and sound
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No one sees the face nor hears the feet that walk the morning ground
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And the stillness of the alleys and the highways keep a growing
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So you know you are your own and that alone will keep ya going
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Through the dampness of the dawn now by the road you walk alone
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And you think on days when you had laughed or of a lovve you'd known
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But your head is low avoiding thoughts of times you'll soon be knowing
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When to say you are your own ain't quite enough to keep ya going
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All That Keeps Ya Goin'
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| Eddy Arnold |
