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Elbows on the window sill |
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My head against the pane |
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You've seen so many grow and die |
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But you forgot most of their names |
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So I fire that arrow into the great big sky |
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And I hope that it never comes down |
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Unless you're coming with it |
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It's better with you around |
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I could drink myself to death tonight |
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Or I could stand and give a toast |
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To those who made it out alive |
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It's you I'll miss the most |
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But tonight |
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I'll see my sweetheart |
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I've got a fifty dollar bill |
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But somewhere in her weak heart |
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She knows |
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I never will |
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Oh love, it's hard to hide it |
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True love, it's hard to find it |
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Though I was once beside it |
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I've fallen far behind it |
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From a tiny room up on |
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Smith Hill |
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It's easy to disappear |
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It's easier to run off hiding |
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Then say "I don't want you here" |
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I can't stand to face the facts |
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It'd only leave you hurt |
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I don't care much for what you have to say |
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But I'd like to know what you heard |
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Oh love, it's hard to hide it |
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True love, it's hard to fid it |
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Though I once was beside it |
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I've fallen far behind it |
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It's a long way free |
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You can't tread on me |
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And in the morning when you're crying |
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You'll see |