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Came in from a rainy Thursday |
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on the avenue |
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thought I heard you talking softly |
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I turned on the lights, the TV |
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and the radio |
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still I can't escape the ghost of you |
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What has happened to it all? |
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Crazy, some'd say |
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Where is the life that I recognize? |
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gone away |
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But I won't cry for yesterday |
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there's an ordinary world |
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Somehow I have to find |
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and as I try to make my way |
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to the ordinary world |
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I will learn to survive |
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Passion or coincidence |
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once prompted you to say |
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"Pride will tear us both apart" |
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Well now pride's gone out the window |
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cross the rooftops |
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run away |
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left me in the vacuum of my heart |
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What has happened to me? |
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Crazy, some'd say |
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Where is my friend when I need you most? |
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Gone away |
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But I won't cry for yesterday |
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there's an ordinary world |
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Somehow I have to find |
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and as I try to make my way |
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to the ordinary world |
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I will learn to survive |
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What has happened to it all? |
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Crazy, some'd say |
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Where is the world that I recognize? |
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Gone away |
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And I won't cry for yesterday |
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there's an ordinary world |
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Somehow I have to find |
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and as I try to make my way |
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to the ordinary world |
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I will learn to survive |
