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Pennies on the pavement for Jim and Wayne and Rose Tattered flyers beg our help in tracing some of those lost and lonely fractured souls who vanished long ago Where you find them, sad to say, it's true God only knows You linger late in cafes, look back on future days when your dreams were like miracles Now you can only pray For the laugh you heard last night For the face that was there the week before The tears you shed when she walked out the door You know She's been there before You know she's walked out a thousand other doors You've never needed no-one, no-one's ever needed you But you've lived the life and played the game, what more can people do You wake in the early hours Do you think you'll find her there She packed her bags late one night Skipped out without a care Now you seize on certain gestures Scraps of sentence overheard But the memory that stays longest is how she left without a word Oh the laugh you heard last night The face you saw the week before The tears you shed when she walked out that door You know, she's been there before You know she's walked out a thousand other doors Pennies on the pavement, for Jim and Wayne and Rose For those who know which way the wind blows Which way the river flows From Letras Mania