A pale man approach our table
looks rugged, sign of trouble
we listen to his story, weary
we have to believe or scurry
one by one did go maybe tired
i stayed for company, i bear
there's sense, anything happen
some tragic, some from heaven
we fault people we don't know
just to, to divert some sorrow
i can relate few times, snap out
walk slowly to sunset, it's tough
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