| Hear me knocking on your window slow
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| Don’t turn around to go
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| I hear your doubt
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| I’ll reply with the sins of our whole town
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| Your hesitation’s only natural
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| In my younger days, I built a wall
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| Hiding from the favored sons outside the union hall
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| Don’t you know they had it all?
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| The Diltmores are dead
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| All the Diltmores are dead
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| My memory’s a mess
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| The millionaires are not impressed
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| You and I will make up all the rest
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| A stone creation never seemed so low
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| Don’t ask me why… I don’t know
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| Going down, you reply
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| «Your camera hit me right between my eyes.»
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| Your insecurity seems natural
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| In my younger days, I knew it all
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| Standing tall in the bathroom stall
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| I had the non-believers where I want
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| Always holding on
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| The Diltmores are dead
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| All the Diltmores are dead
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| My memory’s a mess
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| All the Diltmores are dead
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| Eating alone, what’s the conversation?
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| Everyone knows about what you said
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| Sitting at home, what’s the conversation?
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| Everyone knows why you’re stuck in bed
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| Hear me knocking on your window slow
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| Don’t turn around to go
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| I hear your doubt
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| I’ll reply with the sins of our whole town |