| I had ducked out of the rain
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| Into Maria’s wedding day
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| And I sat there with her friends
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| And with her family
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| And I was happy
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| I wasn’t someone they’d invite
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| Because I didn’t know the groom
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| Or know the bride
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| But when I stood next to her brother
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| For the photograph
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| He was laughing
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| Take another picture with your click, click, click, click camera
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| Sure, I’ve got pictures of my own
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| Of the people and the places that I’ve known
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| Here’s one: I’m carrying your suitcase
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| Outside of Alphabet City
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| But in someone else’s life
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| Where Maria is a wife
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| I’m on the mantle in the corner of the photograph
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| Smiling pretty
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| Take another picture with your click, click, click, click camera
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| Are you tired of where you’ve gone?
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| And you think you might belong
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| In a moment when you step out of the rain?
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| And you’ve ended up in someone else’s frame?
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| And they’re memory now is never quite the same
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| And they never even thought to ask your name
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| Take another picture with your click, click, click, click camera |