| The lights go down on Delancey street
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| Rain wet pavement beneath our feet
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| Our muted steps are the only sound
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| That we hear for miles
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| I try to read your thoughts
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| I’ve been wrong before, it came at a cost
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| You see I drank that poison willingly
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| I think I’ll drink again
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| And maybe I can save us both
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| Or at least a single day
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| I could just leave it up to chance
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| But I can never
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| I can never walk away
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| We are tethered to an unstable string
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| Perhaps by stars aligned, or earthly things
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| Destined for an eternity
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| And a moment from collapse
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| I call your name hoping you’ll hear somehow
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| Hope shades loneliness but just for now
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| I know you’re near, and I know your gone
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| And I’ve known it all along…
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| But maybe I can save us both
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| Or at least a single day
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| I could just leave it up to chance
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| But I can never
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| I can never walk away
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| Silence tears a hole
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| In a heart yet broken
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| Stillness touch is cold
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| In anticipation of it over now
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| And the pieces that will forever circle out of reach
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| Little promises you can never catch
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| But you can almost hear them laughing
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| I sit cold on a stranger’s steps
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| On Venice or Adams, I can only guess
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| I spend my thoughts looking for my home
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| Trying again to make it real
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| The sun will rise soon on you and St. Marks Pl
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| And over initials carved in central park
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| The length we both go to justify
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| A continent away |