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I finally wrote you the letter |
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W/ all the things i've been meaning to say |
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But i was walking to your apartment |
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& the letter fell out of my pocket on the way |
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Seven pages on 16th street |
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I lost my words under tires & feet |
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& you'll probably never have a clue |
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Coz i'll probably never say a thing to you |
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I've been watching out the window of the bus |
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Every time it passes by |
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Just to see if you were outside |
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Smoking cigarettes & passing time |
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I think of things that i wanted to say |
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When i ride by almost every day |
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But you'll probably never have a clue coz |
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I'll probably never say these things to you |
