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It was a very cold September,
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Colder than I'd ever care to make it.
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I had a kind of empty feeling,
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But no place to go where I could take it.
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So I took a walk beside the railroad tracks,
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and I thought about the facts of my life
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And of my sometime, somewhere wife.
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At times like this I lose my head and think of her.
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Empty space always ask for filling.
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I wonder whyI never stopped to marry her.
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It wasn't 'cause she was not more than willing.
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Walking puts a window to my mind,
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And brings thoughts about this kind of a life,
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without my sometime somewhere wife.
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I guess I walked about a mile and maybe some,
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And I come upon a rusty railroad crossing.
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And suddenly I knew that time had come again,
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The winter wind had set the trees to tossing.
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So I returned to where I'd left my stuff,
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yes, I knew I'd had enough of my life
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without my sometime, somewhere wife.
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I've got to find her.
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I've got to find her.
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I've got to find her.
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I've got to find her.
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I've got to find my lady, got let her know.
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I don't know why I let my lady go.
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I've got to find her.
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I've got to find her.
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Sometime Somewhere Wife
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Harry Chapin |