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It was in your basement apartment |
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With all of its earth and sea |
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Making love on the carpet |
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Under the light of the TV |
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Outside the sour moon minstrels |
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Shook their dark tambourines |
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The morning came in sinister |
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Well window light menacing |
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With clouds up above and clouds down below |
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Killing time but it won't stand still |
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It won't stand still |
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I told you I'll never make a promise |
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A promise I can keep |
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I thanked you for being honest |
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I told you, don't pull that shit on me |
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These are the hangover days |
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Of frosted glass, metallic gleam |
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All these non-new places |
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They erase your memory |
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We try so hard, we try so hard |
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We try so hard |
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We try so hard to love |
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We try so hard to love |
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It was underneath London bridge |
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I finally realized what you mean |
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Meanwhile all of fashion's latest |
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Were nipping at the heels of history |
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I tried to send you a postcard |
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But all you could write were apologies |
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So out the Columbia hotel window |
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I threw my heart into the street |
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With stars up above and stars down below |
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Killing time but it won't stand still |
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It won't stand still |
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We try so hard |
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We try so hard |
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We try so hard to love |
