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Out from my window across from the city |
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I have what's considered a good view |
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Two blocks from the subway, three from the fountain |
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Where I walk to break in new shoes |
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She stands on the corner just waving at taxis |
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Like horses in parades in passing |
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I ask where she's headed she tells me, |
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"Ohio, I haven't been there in ages |
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It's been a long time, a real long time." |
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Out from my window "How far is Ohio?" |
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She laughed and pointed out east |
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She said, "I grew up there with my dear mother |
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And I haven't been there since thirteen. |
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You see, I was taken while she lay sleeping |
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By my father's hired man |
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We moved to a city so far from my mother |
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I haven't been back since. |
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It's been a long time, a real long time." |
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Out from my window please hear me Ohio |
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Your daughter wants to come home |
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She longs to be with you to hug you and to kiss you |
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And never leave you alone |
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And I've gotten to know her to love her |
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It's hard to see her leave |
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But she belongs to her mother and the state of Ohio |
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I wish she belonged to me |
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See you sometime, see you sometime |