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I guess sometimes |
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I'm lucky |
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When I go |
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For whole days at a time |
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Without thinking about you |
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And ask myself why |
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But then I find |
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I'm traveling, |
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Traveling down |
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That same old piece of road |
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And wind up down by the water |
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Whatever happened to our walks on the pier? |
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I cry myself alone |
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All the way down to the end |
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I drink my bottle dry |
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And I heave it across the bay |
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To the city |
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Smashin' outside your door |
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Oh now there goes the |
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Romeo Hand in hand |
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With his punk rock |
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Juliet They remind me of two people |
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That I'm trying my best to forget |
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I can hear their sweet nothings |
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On the wind |
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As I hurry to get by |
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Diverting my gaze |
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To the Oakland |
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Bay Bridge |
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Whatever happened to our walks on the pier? |
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I cry myself alone |
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All the way down to the end |
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I drink my bottle dry |
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And I heave it across the bay |
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To the city |
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Smashin' outside your door (Could that be you honey, way over on that other side? Flashin' a signal to me, down by Pier 39 'Cause if i only knew, I'd jump in that water And swim right across, drowning in my relief) |
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Maybe I should be warning them |
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Should I say, "Don't do something you'll regret. Now you have no recollection Of heartbreak you don't have yet." |
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I could give them an earful |
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But I know |
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They must find out on their own |
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And the thought of that |
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Is chilling me to the bone |
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Whatever happened to our walks on the pier? |
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I cry myself alone |
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All the way down to the end |
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I drink my bottle dry |
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And I heave it across the bay |
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To the city |
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Smashin' outside your door |