| April
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| Back in New York
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| The 31st floor
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| It seems somehow everything’s changed
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| The kitchen too small
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| Plates on the wall
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| The sound of machinery
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| May
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| Where have you been?
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| Who were you running with?
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| Wasn’t he someone you used to call home?
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| Where is the ring?
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| Where is the boy who went travelling alone?
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| She is much better without me.
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| She walks through the gates of the country
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| Her hands at her side
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| And I smile as I watch her walk by Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes
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| She is better off now
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| June
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| The curtain is shut
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| The patterns are cut
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| The maid who will wake you at dawn
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| Pulls out a chair
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| Pulls down your hair
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| It’s just like you wanted
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| July
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| What’s going on?
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| What are you running from?
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| Why are you sleeping alone on the floor?
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| Some people change
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| Others hang on till they can’t anymore
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| She is much better without me She walks through the gates of the country
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| Hands at her side
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| And I smile as I watch her walk by Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes
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| She is better off now.
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| She is much better without me She walks through the gates of the country
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| Hands in the air
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| And I smile as I watch her walk by Somehow I see there are ships in her eyes yeah
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| She is much better now. |