Came in from a rainy Thursday
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On the avenue
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Thought I heard you talking softly
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I turned on the lights, the TV
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And the radio
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Still I can't escape the ghost of you
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What has happened to it all?
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Crazy some say
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Where is the life that I recognize?
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Gone away
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But I won't cry for yesterday
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There's an ordinary world
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Somehow I have to find
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And as I try to make my way
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To the ordinary world
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I will learn to survive
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Passion or coincidence
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Once prompted you to say
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Pride will tear us both apart
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Well now pride's gone out the window
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Cross the rooftops, runaway
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Left me in the vacuum of my heart
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What is happening to me?
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Crazy some say
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Where is my friend when I need you most?
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Gone away
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But I won't cry for yesterday
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There's an ordinary world
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Somehow I have to find
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And as I try to make my way
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To the ordinary world
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I will learn to survive
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Papers in the roadside
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Tell of suffering and greed
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Feared today forgot tomorrow
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Ooh, here beside the news
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Of holy war and holy need
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Ours is just a little sorrowed talk
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(Blown away)
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(Just blowing away)
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And I don't cry for yesterday
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There's an ordinary world
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Somehow I have to find
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And as I try to make my way
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To the ordinary world
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I will learn to survive
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Any world is my world
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(I will learn to survive)
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Every world is my world
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(I will learn to survive)
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Ordinary World
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| Paul Anka |
