You might think I've lost my mind,
But all I've lost is you.
You might say I can't get by,
Well that might be half true.
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Do you see the sun is rising
Behind the mountain top?
I can feel the light
Bathing me not sought.
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I like talking to my good old friends
I like singing, but won't the stage be sent.
Let's go forward to the very end.
We'll come back, never break or bend.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 