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Well a train leaves the station |
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And there's blood on the tracks |
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And I threw my record player |
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Yeah to london bridge and back |
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And I saw you on the stage |
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Singing songs we used to play |
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And I know he's grown his hair out |
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But he still don't look like me |
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Yeah but I know that you were listening |
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Cuz I heard it in your song |
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Said I may be moving, baby, |
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But I ain't moving on |
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And I could sing you a lullaby |
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That I made up in the dark |
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But you know what I think |
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I would rather sing yours |
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Yeah cuz honey they don't make 'em |
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With their voices still shaking anymore |
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And the whistling of the boxcars |
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Threw me out into the wind |
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And it was cold in san francisco |
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And I was thinking back to when |
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Yeah when you dropped me down by the water |
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And you danced on the golden gate |
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And I was thinking about a love we had |
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Yes and a love that we used to make |
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And I saw you up in washington |
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With your new boy at the gig |
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Said I may be settling baby |
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But I'm settling big |
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And you told me you couldn't wait on me |
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Any longer to decide |
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Well that may be true |
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But its no excuse for you to lie |
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This ain't no room with a view |
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Its just a fancy place for you to run and hide |
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And the last clock on the wall |
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Well she's starting to fall |
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Yeah but no one seems to mind it at all |
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Well i threw my glass out on main street |
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Started a fire in central park |
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Yes but the crowd that I was hoping for |
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They just vanished in the dark |
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So I walked around the corner |
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Yeah with the crazies on the street |
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And I saw a girl who looked just like you |
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She had no shoes upon her feet |
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And she told me that she heard from angels |
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And they told her what to do |
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I said they may be talking, baby |
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But they ain't talking to you |
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And they told her that she could fly |
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If she jumped off a building that was high |
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You know what, that may be the last thing that she said |
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Still I wish that you wouldn't listen |
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To every voice that creeps inside your head |
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And the last clock on the wall |
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Well she's starting to fall |
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Yeah but no one seems to mind it at all |
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And the last clock on the wall |
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Well she's starting to fall |
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Yeah but no one seems to care at all |
