=When the princess and the peasants each look
back at you the same When the friend
that you had known before can't quite recall
your name When each morning there's a cloudy
sky to keep the sun from showing Then
you know you are your own sometimes that's
all that keeps ya going Neath the chimneys
and the rooftops of a village safe and
sound No one sees the face nor hears
the feet that walk the morning ground And
the stillness of the alleys and the highways
keep a growing So you know you are
your own and that alone will keep ya
going Through the dampness of the dawn now
by the road you walk alone And you
think on days when you had laughed or
of a lovve you'd known But your head
is low avoiding thoughts of times you'll soon
be knowing When to say you are your
own ain't quite enough to keep ya going
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