Nobody knows it but you've got a secret smile
And you use it -- only for me
So use it and prove it: remove this whirling sadness
I'm losing, I'm bluesing: but you can save me from madness
So save me I'm waiting, I'm needing, hear me pleading
And soothe me, improve me, I'm grieving, I'm barely believing now
When you are flying around and around the world
And I'm lying alonely
I know there's something sacred and free reserved
And received by me only
shall meet at the city of saints
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