The Performer

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I stand on this stage,  one empty page 
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Nothing to tell, so little to sell 
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Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down 

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I’m just what you see, there’s nothing to me 
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A piece of the end that never has been 
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Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down 
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Can’t you tell by my clothes I never made it 
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Can’t you hear that my songs just won’t sing 
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Can’t you see in my eyes that I hate it 
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Wasting twenty four years on a dream 

Thanks for coming by to sit and watch me die 
God knows friends i might there’s three more shoulders tonight 
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down 

Chorus  
  
Thanks for coming by... 


by: José Duarte 
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