(David Crosby and Dean Parks)
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[Intro. (Electric Piano and Electric Guitar)]
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I come through here quite often
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And I think about you
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I come through here quite often
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And I wonder what you do
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A wrong turn at the corner
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I could say I got lost
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A confusion of memories
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Where two streets crossed
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The vision I remember
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Is eyes through the steam
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Coming off the coffee
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And rising off the cream
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And I don't even know you
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And I don't mean to stare
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But I know what you're thinking
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I can see that you dare to
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Care about people
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And look into their lives
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As you hand them a spoon
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As you polish the knives
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You reach out and touch one
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Every once in a while
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With off handed wisdom
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Or a lop-sided smile
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Now they say don't talk to strangers
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I say "why the hell not"
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If you don't talk to strangers
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Tell me what have you got?
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A world without wisdom
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A life without laughs
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A season of loneliness
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And friendships in half's
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Do you care about strangers
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And look into their lives
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Their sons and their daughters
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Their husbands and wives
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So I come here for coffee
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And I watch your face
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To see secret kindness
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And watch quiet grace
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Through Here Quite Often
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| Crosby & Nash |
