| Josephine, I have seen you on the sidewalk
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| Throwing troubles just like flowers to passers-by
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| Don’t weigh us down, though we have too many anchors
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| And like you, we want to sail into the sea
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| I never had the chance to grow up
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| Into what they wanted me to be
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| Every rainbow has an end
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| And it’s where the color is leaving
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| Josephine, keep your sunlight in our windows
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| We are rusting like the silos full of grain
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| Josephine, is it true that all state children
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| We will one day be forgotten by our names
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| I never had the chance to grow up
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| Into what they wanted me to be
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| Every rainbow has an end
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| And it’s where the color is leaving
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| Josephine, I was written in the skyline
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| You must leave before your time
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| Don’t let us die for we need your hands to cling to
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| A doorway we can walk through to heaven
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| I never had the chance to grow up
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| Into what they wanted me to be
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| Every rainbow has an end
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| And it’s where the color is leaving |