| Your car turned green as you pulled away
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| And my eyes still followed your New York face
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| When Tuesday’s done, you’ll be far away
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| Please be careful not to leave things at my place
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| Disconnect, you disconnected me
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| Last time I checked, you were tangled up in me
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| Disconnect your all from all of me
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| Or tell me this is but another dream
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| You’re moving up onto the second floor
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| And your music’s louder than it was before
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| Were we not what you had been looking for?
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| Running miles through aisles in the grocery store
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| Disconnect, you disconnected me
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| Last time I checked, you were tangled up in me
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| Disconnect your all from all of me
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| Or tell me this is but another dream
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| Why am I always down on my knees?
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| I’ll get up when you disconnect me
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| Disconnect, you disconnected me
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| Last time I checked, you were tangled up in me
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| Disconnect your all from all of me
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| Or tell me this is but another dream
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| I’m sick of cleaning up the aftertaste
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| And I’m always listening to «Rose Parade»
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| I hope I see you at the corner store
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| When I’m back to traveling the world by train |