No man's
got it made till he's far beyond the pain
And
we who must remain go on living just the same
I once
knew a man, very talented guy
He's
sing for the people and people would cry
They
knew that his song came from deep down inside
You
could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes
And so
he traveled along, touch your heart, then be gone
Like
a flower, he bloomed till that old hickory wind
Called
him home
My man's
got it made
He's
gone far beyond the pain
And
we who must remain go on living just the same
We who
must remain go on laughing just the same
Marco Giunco |
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