He never wrote a song for Linda
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He wrote as though he lived alone
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He wrote of dreams that end of sad brave men
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Inventing worlds he never know
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But he never wrote a song for Linda
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And she was right there all alone
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Loved him back to life
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When his luck ran low
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But he never wrote a Linda song
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He nearly broke his heart at writing
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Linda kept him from despair
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Standing by his side, through the hungry days
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But he hardly seemed to see her there
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And he never wrote a song for Linda
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And she was right there all alone
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The one real thing in his crazy world
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And he never wrote a Linda song
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When the bills piled up and couldn't pay
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He couldn't dream no more
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So he hitched a ride and he road away
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And he left a note for Linda by the door
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By the door
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When times got rough he phone her
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Once or twice she took the call
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Then she changed her number and she turned her head
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And Linda never looked back at all
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He'll never write a song for Linda
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And she was right there all alone
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Oh he knows,is no one understands
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And he never wrote a Linda song
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No he never wrote a Linda song
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A Linda Song
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| Barry Manilow |
