Dreary, caped figure roams through the fields way past twilight hours used to be a man long time ago now he's out of luck tell me broken soldier what shattered your dreams I know it must have been bad your hands are still trembling' there's not enough love to go 'round I wanna help you get your feet on the ground so I'll leave a light in the tower to light the moors through your restless hours before you call it quits and say you're through just remember baby, I used to be like you a battle plunges to a very lonely end I saw a man who struggled but whose life would descend a thought rang through me as I rounded home's sweet bend the last words that he whispered you're my mirror's lonely friend - yeah - alright
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