I'm looking for those old familiar faces
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In the places I left behind
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All the Townsons, Barnes and Staces
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And some good old friends of mine
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Because everyone is someone
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That I seem to recognize
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Must be the old familiar faces
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In their eyes
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I'm walking down these streets that have no signposts
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In a language that I know
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And I never will belong here
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And it's clear that one day I'll go
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But when I turn the corner
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There's another memory
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Why don't those old familiar faces
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Let me be
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I used to live a life without a present
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And no need to go back when
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But now I see the truth so clearly
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And I want it her back again
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She hosts the ghosts of people
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In the shadows all around
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Until the old familiar faces
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Fill this town
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Everyday I feel the sun shine stronger
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On the dark side of my heart
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And people look like strangers now
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That I can't tell apart
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So I smile and nod politely
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Like they're friends that I once knew
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I've found those old familiar faces
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In you
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$55
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John Wesley Harding |