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Change the locks on the door |
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Put out the light in the hall |
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I do not live anymore |
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Put the world in a box |
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Turn the sign to the street |
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Aim for where the horizon |
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And blue skies meet |
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But all I know is |
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I'm not ready yet |
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For the light to dim |
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Got a suitcase, got regrets |
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But I'm hopeful yet |
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I've been a gifted thief |
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Stole everything for the cause |
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But I never had fingers |
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As light as yours |
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So wake up pretty girl |
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See the hope in small things |
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Disappointment can wear you thin |
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But all I know is |
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I'm not ready yet |
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For the light to dim |
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Got a suitcase, got regrets |
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But I'm hopeful yet |
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So I'll raise this glass of wine |
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And I'll say your name |
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So let's be killers, babe |
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Make the great escape |
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From all the bitter words |
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From every crowded street |
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And empty bar |
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It's Christmas |
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DayBrooklyn in the rain |
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But I am safe inside |
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An a better world |
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Of hope and memory |
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Drunk on velvet wine |
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Deal your cards and hope |
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That I can play |
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A better hand this time |
