| Wrapping paper in the gutter
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| Moving slowly as the wind on the sea
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| (Faces calling, waves moving)
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| In your picture on a wall of a house of old times
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| (Can you hear me?) Can you hear me
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| (Can you hear me?) Wandering sadly?
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| In the city, feeling pretty
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| Down and out and making love to you on the shore
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| (Ruined buildings, faces empty)
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| In the picture as I gaze ahead and don’t see
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| (That they’re calling) that they’re calling
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| (That they’re calling) wandering sadly
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| Shattered windows, stairs to nowhere
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| (Hear you calling) hear you calling
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| (Hear you calling) as I wander so sadly
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| Wish I knew what you’d done to me
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| Turned me on to things I never knew
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| It’s all broken; |
| weeds are growing
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| Wish I was going home to the house by the shore
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| (Where you loved me) where you loved me
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| (Where you loved me) and loved me so sadly
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| Someday I’ll get back; |
| somehow, I’ll do it
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| I’ll arrive there, and you’ll be there to meet me
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| (Walk together; tread the weeds down)
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| Kiss again in the picture on the wall
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| (Where I loved you) in the old house
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| (Where I loved you) loved you so well |