The countless eyes dotted in the night sky
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I speak the language, or several hundred words.
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A cloudless day, and a thunderous night.
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Among companions, I'll carry my name.
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But the life we lead came gradually.
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Who keeps the time?
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A bitter lime, will do us fine
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To kill the taste.
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We'll turn deaf ears on all that we don't wanna hear
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But a cause for travel has come again.
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At this early hour, I'll tell your wife a story
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She looks outside and doubles over laughing.
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Of the souls you loved, and a place you lived
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Those country houses.
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And a change of heart tore us apart
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Oh, what a ride.
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Every chance you have
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All the love and life
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All the joy and grace
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Don't be absurd, don't you think it out
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You know what thinking does
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To love's shine, and love's light.
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Now it's your every word
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Oh I'm hanging on
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It feels right these days
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I saw strange things
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The lines of old faces
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Up on the stormy sky, tonight.
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Now all the younger kids have gone away to sleep
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In the days to come, I'll do the same.
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At this early hour, I'll tell your wife a story
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She looks outside and doubles over laughing.
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The life we lead came gradually
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Who keeps the time?
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Bitter lime, do us fine
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To kill the taste.
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Lisbon
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The Walkmen |