Below the mighty cliff
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where the lovers use to hide
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they found a skeleton on the beach
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the day the loner died
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it just lay there with broken bones
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in the rays of the sunset's light
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well, the loner was some kinda relict
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from another century
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the sidewalk angels gave him a smile
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when he helped the lost for free
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he always wore a long black coat
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and some real old working shoes
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some years ago he had been a teacher
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'til the stormflood made the news
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the day of the loner
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the day of the loner
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the day of the loner
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the day of the loner
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he lost his wife and kid
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and - for sure - the will to live
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he turned to heavy drinkin'
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and then he jumped off that mighty cliff
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it must have been a miracle
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he didn't die or even got hurt
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and the next day he went down to the dark part of town
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- a crusader against the dirt
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the day of the loner.....
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the cops, they never caught him
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and they left with a smile on the face
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and the years rode away but the loner stayed
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until someday he lost the race
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but as the smoke cleared just a long black coat
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but no body was ever found
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and somewhere nowhere a teacher met
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his family on heavenly ground
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the day of the loner.....
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The Day Of The Loner
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| Rough Silk |
