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You and I, we share the quetest commute |
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Me and my umbrella and your silent moves |
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The bus is overcrowded, the trains were never built |
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Though it may never be the quickest, it's the route I choose |
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I have nothing to do |
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I'll sit and watch for you |
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As the rain collects another afternoon |
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The decay is nearly done |
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It's the end of everyone |
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Leave your passtimes for your livingroom |
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You're a growing presence in my ever shrinking universe |
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Coasting into squirrel hill I share it with you |
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I have so much to say |
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We've rambled on a winter's worth of details |
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The snow I quantify |
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We're adding up two lives |
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Too much of anything is wrong |
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Too much of anything is wrong |
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You're the one that follows me for blocks |
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I have seen your face in the windows of cars |
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You're the one that follows me for days |
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I have seen your shadow, it's a lost cause |
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The neighborhood has closed |
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I stumble home, diamonds on the sidewalk |
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Another memory stoned |
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You wont leave me alone |
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Too much of anything is wrong |
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Too much of anything is wrong |
