| Late this afternoon I heard your voice
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| It was the first time in what felt like years
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| It was a whisper in my ear and then the wind in the trees
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| It was the shaking of leaves that shook the streets while shaking me
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| (Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)
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| (Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)
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| Late this afternoon I heard your voice
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| I got hit for the first time in what felt like years
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| It struck me down, a harmless jab
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| But you, well you rang loud and clear
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| You tore down the walls
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| And just as quickly you were gone
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| (Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)
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| (Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)
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| (Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)
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| (Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa)
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| The New Haven exposé
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| Must’ve heard me call this off
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| It must’ve heard my brief applause
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| Must’ve heard my disbelief
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| The New Haven exposé
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| Confirmed they caught a killer
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| Well I caught a chill
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| When the newsprint said the gunman was nineteen
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| Late this afternoon I heard your voice
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| It was the first time in what felt like years |