| Now, you look like you just got back from somewhere
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| Somewhere, yeah, you know that it’s true
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| Together we went nearly to nowhere
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| Nowhere really worth going to
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| Standing at the City Center
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| In the middle of the winter
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| I was waiting for you
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| And you were due
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| When I got back, you said you were leaving
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| Leaving, you said right away
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| And coming back for the sake of retrieving
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| Things you’d forgotten on that day
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| Still now my eyes are burning
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| With the sight of your returning
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| Everywhere I look, I’m finding you
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| I remember you
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| Familiar places that we turned into gardens
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| Somewhere, yeah, you know that it’s true
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| I’m begging you now a thousand pardons
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| For all of the wastelands we’ve been through
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| I remember asking whether
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| Or where we could be together
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| You smiled at me, and you said «Soon» |