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Emiliana Torrini - Next Time Around |
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Then came question and it was about time |
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The answer came back and it was long |
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The house it was built by so men in rhyme |
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But whatever came of his talented son |
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Who wrote me a dialogue set a tune |
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Always you told me of being alone |
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Except for the stories about God and you |
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And do you still live there, in Bufallo |
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They put up the walls, no more to say |
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Nobody stopped to ask why it was done |
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The stream was too far and the rains to high |
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So into the city the river did run |
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Because of the architect the buildings fell down |
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Smothered and drowned all the seeds that you sowed |
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I wish I was somewhere but not in this town |
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Maybe the ocean next time around |
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I seem to remember the face and the name |
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But if it's not you I don't care |
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I know of changes, but nothing would change you |
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To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair |
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Then I'll turn and he won't be there, |
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Dusky black windows to light the dark stair |
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Candles will nod in the musty air |
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Oh, with the flames for as many as the years |
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