| He went to Hyannis to let go of Alice
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| For the third and final time
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| I asked him if it worked when he got back
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| He said he didn’t have the time
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| The time to tell me anything
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| Or the time to let her go
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| But I guess it wasn’t a good time to press
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| So I guess I’ll never know
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| I’ll never know
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| On the way back looking straight ahead
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| We were hypnotized by the road
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| Saw the coins on the dashboard shrug
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| And decide that thy could float
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| In the air I looked down at the tim
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| And mistook it for the radio
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| I thought about the little choices we made along
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| And the song played on as if it didn’t know
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| May we all be forsaken
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| Like the soldier trying to leave
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| The mother trying to sleep
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| May we all be mistaken
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| About our current state
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| About the current of hate
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| Bleeding on and on and on
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| To sell our soul
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| Asked me why I was crying
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| Said I stubbed my toe
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| And I wanted to blame
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| The roots of the trees
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| For pushing up the concrete
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| But now I know
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| In the air I looked down at the time
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| And mistook it for the radio
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| I thought about the little choices we made along
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| And the song played on as if it didn’t know
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| May we all be forsaken
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| Like the black man trying to breathe
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| Or the woman that’s never believed
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| May we all be mistaken
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| About our current state
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| About the current of hate
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| Bleeding on and on and on
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| To sell our soul
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| Ask me why I was crying
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| Said I stubbed my toe
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| And I wanted to blame
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| The roots of the trees
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| For pushing up the concrete
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| But now I know
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| May we all be forsaken
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| Like the soldier trying to leave
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| The mother trying to sleep
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| May we all be mistaken
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| About our current state
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| About the current of hate
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| May we all be forsaken
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| Like the black man trying to breathe
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| Or the woman that’s never believed
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| May we all be mistaken
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| About our current state
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| About the current of hate |