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<The writing's on the subway wall |
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I'm sorry that I never called |
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I, I never phoned |
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or wrote to you |
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It's silly 'cause |
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I wanted to |
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Oh yes, the subway wall |
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sadly seems to say it all |
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It's my mistake, I know that now |
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a bit too late to cry... |
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You're somewhere else |
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with someone else |
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and here am I, all by myself |
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An empty wall, and empty me |
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I write the things that should have been |
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I tell the world how much I care |
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and miss the one |
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that isn't there |
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Oh - The writing on the wall |
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Oh - The writing on the wall |
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Oh - The writing on the wall |
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Oh - The writing on the wall.... |
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The writing's on the subway wall |
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and give or take a year or so |
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someone will come |
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and rub it out |
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delete the words |
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that hurt my heart |
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Oh yes, there will remain |
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a little hurt, a little stain |
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the memory can still be read |
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upon the wall |
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inside my head |
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Oh - The writing on the wall |
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(right on) |
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Oh - The writing on the wall |
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Oh - The writing on the wall |
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(write on) |
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Oh - The writing on the wall |
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Oh - The writing on the wall... |
