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(6:47) Keys and Percussion: H. Rhodes Guitar and Additional Keys: Kevin Bartlett Bagpipe: Andy Wyman Snare Drum: Mark Fosterhe'll call me when he's back in townthis I knowhe'll call me when he's coming around this circle againi can feel no shame in his discretioncause i think he's always seenhow deeply he'd affect mehe came in like a lion on the hunta vibrant manwhen he'd had enough, he snuck out like a little lamband they have said he could have been so much morebut fame was not what this old boy had come here forhe did arrive very well equippedwith gifts of mind and handand the knowledge that life thrivesin every grain of sandhe'd paint his dream, he'd paint his seahe'd always make them laughhe would have died a million deaths on my behalfit's a case of perfect hindsightmaybe we can try againi did love you more than you knewnow we see our historyhe'll call me when he's back in townsurelyhe'll call me when he's coming 'round the circle againi can feel no shame in his discretion'cause i think he's always seen how deeply he'd affect meit's a case of perfect hindsightmaybe we can try againi did love you more than you knewnow we see our historyhe quietly slipped out of townwhen the doctor was turned aroundwhen they finally found him outit didn't make the newsfor seventeen hours he moved vern outpiece by pieceby six a.m. he'd broken his leasehe'll call me when he's back in townsurelyhe'll call me when he's guided 'round that circle againi can feel no shame in his discretion'cause i think he's always seenhow deeply he'd affect mehe'll call me when he's back in townoh this i knowhe'll call me when he's guided 'round that circle againi can feel no shame in his discretion'cause i think he's always seenhow deeply he'd affect me
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