| Payphones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by
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| Lovely dancers swayin' to an island lullaby
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| Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what’s to be
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| Writing you this letter that you’ll probably never see
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| But I can’t help but be
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| Ruled by inconsistencies
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| Not unique just distantly in love
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| Tried to phone from Paris thinking things could be arranged
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| Me and you would rendezvous but I found your number changed
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| So I drove to San Remo where the crazy painter dwells
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| Toasted our old photograph still up there on his shelf
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| But I can’t help but be
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| Ruled by my antiquities
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| Not unique just distantly in love
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| I can’t be the one to fill
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| Your times and all your places
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| I can’t be the one to fill
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| Your blanks and empty spaces
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| I heard it from a friend of ours I saw in Timber Bay
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| You had a new lover who had stolen you away
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| That could be the reason that I never got in touch
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| May present slight problems if he loves you half as much
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| As I who can’t help but be
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| Ruled by my antiquities
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| Not unique just distantly in love
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| You know I can’t help but be
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| Part of my own philosophies
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| Not unique just distantly in love
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| — Notes:
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| Mandolin: Josh Leo |