(Dave Hastilow)
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As I walk out on the street,
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The lamps are shining bright,
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And the rain begins to fall;
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Gonna be another wet night.
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And I stand with my back to the wall,
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Waiting for your call,
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Then I'll know you love me,
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Just like you ought to do,
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Just like you us taught to do,
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Whooooo.
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So you turn on to a mirror,
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And the reflection of all you saw,
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Now the path is in front of you,
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Another boarded door.
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And I stand here a-smiling,
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Waiting for his call.
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We all know he loves us,
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Just like we knew he did,
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Right down beyond the years,
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And beyond the din of all.
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Every day the dragon comes
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With its many heads.
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With a sword of truth in my hand,
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I have laid it dead.
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Only 'cos there's love in my heart,
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Just like at the start.
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And you and I were never apart,
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Just like it ought to be,
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Just like he made me see
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Whoooooo.
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As I walk out on the street,
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The stars are shining bright.
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And the ground a heavenly rose,
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That shines ever so bright.
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And I stand here in ecstasy,
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I look back at the tears;
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I have seen my Master,
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After all of these years.
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Now I know he loves me;
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Now I ain't got any fears;
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Please accept a gift of tears.
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Whoooooo.
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Dragon
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Pete Townshend |