| The sidewalk’s cracked and dirty face
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| Is looking up from underneath my feet
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| It’s staring at the hallow broken boy
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| Who’s lost and wandering these city streets
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| And every night I wander here alone
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| Tonight that we won’t meet
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| I wonder when, when I’ll finally understand
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| Why time can wash away love like it was made of sand
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| And it’s wonderful, the pain that comes with regret
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| Sometimes you have to see the beauty in all of this loneliness
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| Streetlights flicker and they fade
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| Like every good intention that I’ve had
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| And every face that passes through my mind
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| And I’ll be struggling with these same old dreams
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| Until the concrete turns to sand
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| And I’m swept up by the waves
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| I wonder when, when I’ll finally understand
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| Why time can wash away love like it was made of sand
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| And it’s wonderful, the pain that comes with regret
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| Sometimes you have to see the beauty in all of this loneliness
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| There’s only so many chances that you get
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| To do something that’s this important
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| Now I’d rather sink than swim
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| Sewer grates keep spitting up their steam
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| Exhaling all the broken dreams I’ve flushed away
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| And I wonder when, when I’ll bow out
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| Wash me away like I was made of sand
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| And it’s wonderful
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| It’s wonderful |