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Did you never call? I waited for your call |
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These rivers of suggestion are driving me away |
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The trees will bend, the cities wash away |
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The city on the river there is a girl without a dream |
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry |
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Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down |
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The wise man built his words upon the rocks |
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But I'm not bound to follow suit |
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The trees will bend, the conversation's dimmed |
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Go build yourself another home, this choice isn't mine |
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry |
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Did you never call? I waited for your call |
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These rivers of suggestion are driving me away |
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The ocean sang, the conversation's dimmed |
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Go build yourself another dream, this choice isn't mine |
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry |
