| Well he agreed wholeheartedly before I finished my sentence
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| Which led me to believe he wasn’t listening in the first place
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| My distracted beholder looked over my shoulder to his sweet beheld
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| All the church bells are competing with the birds
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| Their hearts are bleeding
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| Their sweet songs they dance round my head
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| They sounded a warming each night
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| And each morning from the edge of my bed
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| And so call on me soon
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| The city’s so fun
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| If you can’t find the sun
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| Just turn on a lamp and pretend that it’s one
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| We kissed in a cafe, held hands on a escalator
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| Made out at a bus stop then on the bus
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| For what time has erased
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| I still know how it tasted
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| If a memory is a thing you can trust
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| Now all the sweethearts in between us can spin around like ballerinas
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| They can go get a room with a don’t disturb door
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| It’s like money or fame if it eludes you again
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| Makes you hate those who have it even more
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| A man was astounded on entering heaven
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| All the money he’d lost in his life equaled exactly what he’d found down the
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| cracks of seats of trains
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| Even reached into drains just to hold the cold coin in his hand |