| It was in your basement apartment
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| With all of its earth and sea
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| Making love on the carpet
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| Under the light of the TV
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| Outside the sour moon minstrels
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| Shook their dark tambourines
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| The morning came in sinister
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| Well window light menacing
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| With clouds up above and clouds down below
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| Killing time but it won’t stand still
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| It won’t stand still
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| I told you I’ll never make a promise
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| A promise I can keep
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| I thanked you for being honest
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| I told you, don’t pull that shit on me
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| These are the hangover days
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| Of frosted glass, metallic gleam
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| All these non-new places
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| They erase your memory
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| We try so hard, we try so hard
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| We try so hard
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| We try so hard to love
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| We try so hard to love
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| It was underneath London bridge
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| I finally realized what you mean
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| Meanwhile all of fashion’s latest
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| Were nipping at the heels of history
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| I tried to send you a postcard
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| But all you could write were apologies
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| So out the Columbia hotel window
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| I threw my heart into the street
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| With stars up above and stars down below
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| Killing time but it won’t stand still
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| It won’t stand still
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| We try so hard
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| We try so hard
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| We try so hard to love |