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Just like |
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St. Francis |
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The little birds come |
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Lonely for a little warm |
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You give them your music |
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But they just want a song |
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Oh, no, I'll never learn |
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But I'd make beautiful sounds |
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I'd lay you down like a lover would |
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My pride, still standin' straight |
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But looking back |
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I wasn't so brave |
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I wasn't so brave |
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Flying through tunnels |
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At the mouth of |
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New YorkSometimes, |
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I belong here |
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But it's funny how leaving |
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Turns the emptiness up |
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The hole you never heard before |
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Oh, I laugh in my hands |
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A kiss from that man |
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Like a melody |
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My pride still standing tall |
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But looking back |
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I wasn't brave at all |
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I wasn't brave at all |
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Was I?I'd make beautiful sounds |
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I'd lay you down like a lover would |
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On the phone, |
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I started to say |
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But then I stopped |
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I used to be brave |
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I used to be brave |
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Here's hoping next time, we'll get it right? |
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S. Slean |
