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I can't remember what I planned tomorrow |
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I can't remember when it's time to go |
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When I look in the mirror |
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Tracing lines with a pencil |
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I remember what came before |
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I wanted to think there was endless love |
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Until I saw the light dim in your eyes |
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In the dead of the night I found out |
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Sometimes there's love that won't survive |
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New York City |
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Such a beautiful disease |
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New York City |
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Such a beautiful, |
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Such a beautiful disease |
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Laura kept all her disappointments |
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Locked up in a box behind her closet door |
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She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder |
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With no way out from the family store |
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We all told her things could get better |
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When you just say goodbye |
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I'll lay awake one more night |
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Caught in a vision I want to deny |
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And did I mention the note that I found |
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Taped to my locked front door |
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It talked about no regrets |
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As it slipped from my hand to the scuffed tile floor |
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I rode the train for hours on end |
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And watched the people pass me by |
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It could be that it has no end |
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Just an action junkie's lullaby |
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New York City |
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We were full of the stuff that every dream rested |
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As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky |
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Caught up in the whole illusion |
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That dreams never pass us by |
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Came to a tattoed conclusion |
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That the big one was knocking on the door |
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What started as a mass delusion |
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Would take me far from the place I adore |
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New York City |
