I was standing on a corner kicking my heels
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Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin
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And I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought I was making deals
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There was just me and the clock struck out
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I was looking for something to scream and shout about
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So I took a train and I went back home
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There was no one to tell so I didn't telephone
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That place is just another big unknown to me
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That place is just another big unknown to me
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The sea made angry faces, the waves were getting high
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Saw them kicking down onto the front
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And the cars dodged the water that was flooding on by
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And I just stood there, an orphan fool
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I saw kids smoking chain on their way back from school
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A tramp got reckless in the center of town
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He was talking about Jesus as the sun went down
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A lifetime of sorrows, he was ready to drown
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A lifetime of sorrows, I think he was going to drown
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Well I hit this bar where I used to hang out
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Talked to the guy behind the bar, then dropped a few names
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He didn't know what I was talking about
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So I put my money down and I shot some pool
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Beat two punks, I was feeling cool
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A couple of girls started to flirt
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And I felt really old as they tugged my shirt
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And I walked outside as they hurled some dirt at me
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I walked outside as they hurled dirt at me
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Went to visit Helen by St. Helen's Park
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That place used to frighten me now all I can see
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Was a couple of wide-boy sharks flashing their teeth in the small-town dark
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Huddled myself in the cold
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That old red brick house I can find it blindfolded
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I loved her when I was sixteen
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She was an old town new brown beauty queen
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Now I just spend my time filling the gaps in between her and me
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Well I just spend my time filling the gaps that have grown in between her and me
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Midnight in the subway, we'd huddle up and laugh
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When we missed the last bus home, we'd just sit there all night
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And we'd play guitars until the night-time passed
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I went there to count some sheep
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With the smell of glue, I couldn't sleep
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Made my excuses to no-one, left town
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To leave it in the city at the lost and found
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Where the steps my father walked don't echo on down
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And my mother's voice calling doesn't make no sound
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And there's no yesterdays to tie you down
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And as I hit the city, I remember this sound
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Waves on the shore going pound pound pound
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The streets in the city still swirling around
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And my mother's voice calling me, calling me, calling me back
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I was standing on a corner kicking my heels
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Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin
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I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought that I was making deals
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Pound Pound Pound
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John Wesley Harding |