(Emerson/Lake)
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I was walking on this station
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I could see somebody lying on a chair
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I went over to him
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I said, hey man, what are you doing there
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And have you got a smoke
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I said you'd better come in out of the rain
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Before you get yourself soaked
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No one can feel inside
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How deep the oceans, heartaches hide
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So stand on me, I'll catch you falling
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You can stand on me and I'll help you find a way
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Stand on me, I can see our ship turning
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Stand on me, we're sailing on the wind of better days
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And they accuse you when you're over and out
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Ulterior motives, that's what it's all about
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It's just human nature, they try to make you flinch
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But we're takin' the higher ground inch by inch
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No one cal feel inside
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How deep the oceans, heartaches hide
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And if you tumble when the snowflakes fall
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(This is a jungle, it's not a waterfall)
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From where you're standing you can't get no change
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They keep moving the target clean out of range
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Better Days
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| Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
