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We got the news |
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Ithaca got snow |
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It was just that kind of day |
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All I know is that you've gone |
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and left us here below |
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All I wish is that you'd stay |
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We leave this cursed city |
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in the same way we come in |
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We trace the roads |
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On our way out, |
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we shed our certainties like clothes |
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We thought this was our sacrifice |
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But the world knew otherwise |
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And took you from us |
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Before your time, |
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right before our eyes |
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We think we're walking home |
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But you can't go there unless it wants you |
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You can stand on the streets |
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But still the destination haunts you |
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Is that where you are now? |
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To have believed that's truest love |
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Ain't it clearer now that we have love |
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and we don't have you |
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It took this much to make me see |
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Still I barely understand |
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Love will always, always be larger |
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and different from our plans |
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Love will never listen to us |
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And why should it? |
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Love knows the score |
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It builds better songs than we do |
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It sings a better metaphor |