| When we got to Boston
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| There was a TV in the room
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| You were glowing purple, green, red, black and blue
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| And the light in the night slammed the door
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| When we went downtown
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| All the babies laughed, clapped at our jokes
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| And when the doctor called it off
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| You ran straight through the snow
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| Shut your eyes to see, but you didn’t see me
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| Down in the dark halls
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| We knew that the stark walls said it all
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| And for the first time
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| I found the lines to a childhood memory:
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| «We have the choice to breathe and it’s gonna be me»
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| And you may think you lost it
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| Take away, yes you may think you lost it
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| Don’t even wonder anymore
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| Erase your mind, turn 'round and slowly walk away
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| Slam the door
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| And you may think you lost it
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| Take away, yes you may think you lost it
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| Don’t even wonder anymore
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| Erase your mind, turn 'round and slowly walk away
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| Slam the door |