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Grant Amy Singer Songwriter Collection Lead Me On Behind

There was this guy, he was down on his luck He was truly poverty's child Well, he had no home and he had no car And he wore a weary smile Moved out to

all I thought I'd climbed the highest wall Now I see the learning never ends And all I know to do is keep on walking Walking 'round the bend singing

's this walking through my door I know I've seen the look before Sometimes on faces on the street And sometimes in the mirror looking back at me You

We are all the same it seems Behind the eyes Broken promises and dreams In good disguise All we're really looking for is somewhere Safe and warm The

you'll think of me When tender winds blow Sit on the shores of love And just let it go Cry a river Flood the sea Cry a river over me Take the bitter

, runnin' from the past Leavin' behind the dusty dreams and broken glass Used to be a busy town now Now everybody passes through but they don't stick around Singing