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I'm sorry that I left you |
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With your questions all alone |
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But I was too happy driving |
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And too angry to drive home |
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I was thinking about the easy courage |
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Of my distant friends |
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They said I could let this bridge wash out |
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And never make amends |
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Can I blow this small town |
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Make a big sound |
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Like the star of a film noir postcard |
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Can I just forget the frames I shared with you |
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And I can't believe what they're saying |
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They're saying I can change my mind |
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Start over on Spring Street |
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I'm welcome anytime |
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Well there are Spring Street storefront daisies |
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Floating on their neon stems |
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There are new shirts on the clothes racks |
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Should I feel like one of them |
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I can find a small apartment |
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Where a struggling artist died |
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And pretend because I pay the rent |
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I know that pain inside |
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Yeah, let's watch the tour bus stop and tell us |
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Here's the scene of a spring green life dream |
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Take the best part |
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Write it in your caffeine diary |
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And I can't believe what they're saying |
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They're saying I can leave tonight |
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Start over on Spring Street |
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I'm welcome anytime |
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This year April had a blizzard |
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Just to show she did not care |
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And the new dead leaves |
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They made the trees look like children with gray hair |
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But I'll push myself up through the dirt |
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And shake my petals free |
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I'm resolved to being born |
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And so resigned to bravery |
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Yeah the one who leaves this also grieves this |
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Too much rain on a prairie flood plain |
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Houses floating, love is like that |
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We built on the river |
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And that's to say, yeah I'm leaving |
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But I don't have to go there |
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I don't have to go to (Am7)Spring Street |
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'Cause it's spring everywhere . . . (fade) |