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He was walking down the highway,
And you saw him straggling along.
And you reached out,
Opened up your door,
And you gave him a ride
To your heavenly home.
God his mother, she won't listen.
And his father hated his old man.
But you listened to his feelings,
And your eyes constantly understand.
Yes your eyes constantly understand.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
But he was dancing to the bright lights.
He was dying for someone to love.
Well, you see him with his guitar,
Down the highway, he would walk along
Singin' old songs, singin' sunday blues.
But his school bells were his only songs
Yes his school bells were his only song.
Through the fire, through the lying sun
Through the smoke and fog
Through the day that's done.
There was strength there,
There was hope alive,
There were strings of peace
>From the other side,
There were strings of peace
>From the other side.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
But he was dancing to the bright lights.
He was dying for someone to love.
Don't you see he's falling away
Thank God for the love that you gave
Only love can put out a fire
And only love was calling him
Higher and higher.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
But he was dancing to the bright lights.
He was dying for someone to love.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
But you were there again and again.
Again and again.
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