| It’s early still but the light is fading
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| Oh I’m in Brooklyn and it’s raining
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| I’ve been going through her old mail
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| Oh trying to remember all the details
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| She was smoothing the fabric of her skirt
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| Oh she looked to me like flower in the dirt
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| But that’s only just a better way to hurt
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| Well I’ve been here with her old broom
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| Oh I’ve been sweeping up our old room
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| And if the night brings a warning
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| Oh I try to forget it in the morning
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| In my dream I’m standing by a door
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| In that old blue jacket I always wore
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| Oh now the pain is so much greater than before
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| Well there’s a town by the seaside
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| Oh she’d go swimming in the high tide
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| And underneath that endless blanket
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| Oh the sea disguised her every movement
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| Oh and when I lifted up the veil
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| Oh I was not prepared to see the serpents tail
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| Oh and tt’sso hard now to even tell the tail
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| la la la la la la la
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| la la la la la la la
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| la la la la la la la
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| la la la la la la la
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| Well maybe I was just pretending
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| Oh I had secrets worth defending
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| Well there were nights alone in silence
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| Oh there were words that were like violence
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| Oh and when she couldn’t take it anymore
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| Oh she stood up and she walked out through the door
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| So now I don’t think we’re getting married anymore
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| Well I’ll go; |
| it’s nearly daylight
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| Oh I appreciate your incite
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| Now I’m finished with this letter
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| Oh now I’ve said it I feel better
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| But so soon it will be sealed and on it’s way
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| And I’m going to get started on my day
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| (wooo)
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| Oh and it’s going to be different today
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| (la la la la la la la la)
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| It’s going to be different
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| (la la la la la la la la)
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| If only for the one that got away. |