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Looking outside my window |
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And all i see is grey |
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I'm watching the clouds roll by every day |
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And we make a reservation |
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You say you'll be on time |
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I say, "i might be a little late" |
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Well, i pull it together and brush my teeth |
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Comb my hair |
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I stop to think and i can see you there |
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I think of the times you've waited |
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Just for me to care |
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I care about you |
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Checking the clock inside |
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The room we call our own |
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I see that i'm late, i should get going |
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Hop on a local transit |
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Spending all my change |
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And i can still hear the telephone |
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I wanna go back, but i'm halfway to |
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The place where we will meet |
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And i'm half dead on my feet |
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And once i get there, i see |
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Everything's the same |
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Here comes the rain |
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You left me standing |
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I should have guessed that you'd stand me up |
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Why did i even go, now |
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And i guess it goes to show |
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The snow may well thaw out, but it |
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Goes right down the drain |
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You left me |
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You left me |
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You left me |
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You left me |
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You left me standing in the rain |
