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As pretty as a song |
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A song could ever be |
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Like Christmas on a river |
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Without a boat or Christmas tree |
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This afternoon with you was something like a letter |
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The kind that someone writes but never sends |
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And when you look at me like that |
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I know someday it's gonna end |
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And when you, you can go |
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Bet you miss your friends |
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As angry as a breeze |
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Tugging hard upon the sails |
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I've been movin' through these streets forever |
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From Baltimore to Amsterdam |
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These things inside me they repeat like broken records |
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Spinnin' pretty somethin' behind my eyes |
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And when I can't look at you |
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I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind |
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And when I hear it all |
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I'm gonna miss you all the time |
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Bad wind up in the trees |
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Scattering blue birds all over the place |
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Shuffling children in the parks leave |
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I wish I was the wind that touched your face |
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This afternoon with you was something like a letter |
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The kind that someone writes but never sends |
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And when you're good to me |
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It makes me blue because someday it's gonna end |
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And when we pass on |
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I bet you miss your friends |
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Bet you miss your friends |
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I bet you miss your friends |
