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I see your pictures in windows round townYour features fall from you like a Pierrot clownwhat got inside you babe, who let you downD'ya get what you went for, or is there still moreto be found?like you're proving the world's roundWill there be a return from this prodigal sonor is he consumed by the fight and the runWish you'd come back and see me babe, cos time'spushing onAnd I'll tell you stories of all you missed whileyou were gone,proving the world wrong.Wandering troubadour, young libertineYour blue eyes betraying the trouble you've seenI see you struggling betwixt and betweenThe steel and the shipyards eclipse your Parisian dream,least you're keeping the girls keenWish you'd come back and see me babecos time's pushing onAnd I'll tell you stories of all you missedwhile you were gone. From Letras Mania