He was a stranger to himself
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A spy in his own camp
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And his money was his health
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All thrown to the dust by
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his very own hand
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Yet his beauty lingered still
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Beyond the draining of the sand
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But greener was
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the other side of the hill
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Richer was the other man's land
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But we loved him
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loved him just like
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brothers would
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We loved him, loved him
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like no others could
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And she loved him
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loved him like a lover should
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<Interlude>
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Take good care of
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an aching heart
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You never can replace it
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You know you are
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the master of your heart
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You'll realise that
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when you think it fit
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Those orbs of blue
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are jading away
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No laughter from them dances
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Yet you're bound to
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remember this one day
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Hazards are risks
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and risks are chances
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You can run for cover
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run for cover like
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a frightened hare
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Till it's all over
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all over and
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there's no one there
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'Cos you daren't discover
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daren't discover
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that we really care
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STRANGER TO HIMSELF
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