Sad and lonely is a place I've been
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Lost forever in a young boy's dream,
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Taking chances that won't come again.
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Thinking back, was I so happy then?
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Who's behind me now I've come so far
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Living up to what they say you are.
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Crowds of people queue to see my show,
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Scared to face it - but how could they know?
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Take a look at the young man
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Laughing out loud at the fool.
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Pay the price tomorrow,
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Breaking every rule.
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Take a look at the old man
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Going back in time with a sigh.
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All he's got is yesterday,
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He's living just to die.
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Take a look at the wise man
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Keepin' both his feet on the ground.
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Needs no one to change him,
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Turn his head around.
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Take a look at the weak man,
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Could he ever stand on his own?
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Waiting for the day to come
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When he'll be all alone.
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Take a look at the blind man
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Wishing every day he could see.
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He lives his life in darkness.
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Be grateful, you and me.
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Take a look at yourself now,
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Standing with your back to the wall.
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Pride will get you nowhere fast,
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We're waiting for the fall.
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Once a whisper that was never heard
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People listening to every word.
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Life is changing in so many ways,
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Out of darkness into better days.
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Now the empty seats as people rise,
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Lights are fading and the memory dies.
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Lost in silence as I stop and stare,
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Leaving ghostly echoes everywhere.
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The overture is over but for me its just begun.
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Overture
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| John Miles |
