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  You can say the soul is gone

  And the feelings just not there

  Not like it was so long ago

  On the empty page before you

  You can fill in what you care

  Try to make it good before you go

Take the simple case of the sarge

Who wouldn't go back to war

Because the hippies tore down every -

Thing that he was fighting for

Or the lovers on the blanket

The city turned to whores

With memories of green kissed by the sun

You can say the soul is gone

And close another page

Just be sure that yours is not the one

  And I'm singing for the stringman

  Who lately lost his wife

  There is no dearer friend of mine

  That I know in this life

On his shoulder is a violin

For his head where chaos reigns

But his heart can't find a simple way

To live with all those things

  All those things

  He's a stringman

  stringman

  All those strings to pull

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notes: Dm/G 300231