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April, back in |
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New York, the thirty first floor |
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It seems somehow every thing's changed |
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The kitchen too small, plates on the wall |
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The sound of machinery |
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May, where have you been? |
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Who were you running with? |
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Wasn't he someone you used to call home? |
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Where is the ring? |
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Where is the boy who went traveling alone? |
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She's much better without me |
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She walks through the gates of the country, her hands at her side |
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And I smile as |
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I watch her walk by |
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Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes, yeah, she is better off now |
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June, the curtain is shut, the patterns are cut |
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The maid who will wake you at dawn |
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Pulls out a chair, pulls down your hair |
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It's just like you wanted |
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July, what's going on? |
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What are you running from? |
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Why are you sleeping alone on the floor? |
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Some people change, others hang on till they can't anymore |
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She's much better without me |
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She walks through the gates of the country, her hands at her side |
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And I smile as |
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I watch her walk by |
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And somehow |
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I see there are ships in her eyes, yeah, she is better off now[Incomprehensible] she's much better without me |
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She walks through the gates of the country, her hands in the air |
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And I smile as |
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I watch her walk by |
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Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes, yeah, she is better off now |
