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Upon the rails among the weeds |
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I had a moment of serenity |
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I saw you stand in all the green |
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Upon the rusting rail balancing |
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You were the only answer |
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My plans spun all around you |
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Five years in the wrong, I am assured |
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My name to you is just another word |
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In your bed in Morristown |
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You had magazines thrown around |
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From under them the phone it rang |
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And in the margin there you wrote the number down |
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You were the only answer |
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My plans spun all around you |
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Five years in the wrong, I am assured |
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My name to you is just another word, another word, another word |
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The only answer, another word |
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The only answer |
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The only answer |
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The only answer |
