| «I'm sorry that I left you
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| With your questions all alone
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| But I was too happy driving
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| And too angry to drive home
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| I was thinking about the easy courage
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| Of my distant friends
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| They said I could let this bridge wash out
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| And never make amends
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| Can I blow this small town
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| Make a big sound
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| Like the star of a film noir postcard
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| Can I just forget the frames I shared with you
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| And I can’t believe what they’re saying
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| They’re saying I can change my mind
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| Start over on Spring Street
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| I’m welcome anytime
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| Well there are Spring Street storefront daisies
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| Floating on their neon stems
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| There are new shirts on the clothes racks
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| Should I feel like one of them
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| I can find a small apartment
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| Where a struggling artist died
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| And pretend because I pay the rent
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| I know that pain inside
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| Yeah, let’s watch the tour bus stop and tell us
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| Here’s the scene of a spring green life dream
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| Take the best part
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| Write it in your caffeine diary
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| And I can’t believe what they’re saying
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| They’re saying I can leave tonight
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| Start over on Spring Street
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| I’m welcome anytime
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| This year April had a blizzard
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| Just to show she did not care
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| And the new dead leaves
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| They made the trees look like children with gray hair
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| But I’ll push myself up through the dirt
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| And shake my petals free
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| I’m resolved to being born
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| And so resigned to bravery
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| Yeah the one who leaves this also grieves this
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| Too much rain on a prairie flood plain
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| Houses floating, love is like that
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| We built on the river
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| And that’s to say, yeah I’m leaving
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| But I don’t have to go there
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| I don’t have to go to Spring Street
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| 'Cause it’s spring everywhere… " |