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I sold my piano |
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It couldn't come with me |
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I locked up my bedroom |
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And I walked out into the air |
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When nothing I needed |
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Is left there behind me |
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I walk out through the shadows |
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Of Washington Square |
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I wandered the highways from Dublin to Berkeley |
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And I heard the songbirds of Valley Paurine |
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I love like a fountain |
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And it left me with nothing |
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Just the memories of walking through Washington Square |
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Now I live in the shadows |
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Where light is electric |
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And time is a number |
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That rests on a wall |
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And nobody knows me |
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My friends and my family |
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Are as far from this city |
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As Washington Square |
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So cover this warm night |
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In a blanket of starlight |
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Then I'll follow this freeway |
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Out into the air |
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In case you should wonder |
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And wanted to find me |
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I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square |
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I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square |
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Washington Square |
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Washington Square |