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 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 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, loved him just like brothers would.
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We loved him, loved him like no others could,
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And she loved him, loved him like a lover should.
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Take good care of an aching heart,
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You never can replace it.
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You know you are the master of your art,
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You'll realise that when you think it fit.
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Those orbs of blue are jading away,
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No laughter from these dances.
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Yet you're bound to remember this one day,
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Hazards are risks, and risks are chances.
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You can run for cover, run for cover like a frightened hare,
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Till it's all over, all over and there's no-one there,
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'Cause you daren't discover, daren't discover that we really care.
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Stranger To Himself
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Sandy Denny |