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Hey you, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting old |
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Hey you, standing in the aisle, with itchy feet and fading smile |
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Hey you, don’t help them to bury the light |
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Don’t give in without a fight |
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Hey you, out there on your own,sitting naked by the phone |
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Hey you, with your ear against the wall, waiting for someone to call out |
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Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? |
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Open your heart, I’m coming home |
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But it was only fan ta sy |
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The wall was too high, as you can see |
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No matter how he tried he could not break free |
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And the worms ate into his brain |
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Hey you, out there on the road, always doing what you’re told |
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Out there beyond the wall, breaking bottles in the hall |
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Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all |
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Together we stand, divided we fall |
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