| Well a train leaves the station
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| And there’s blood on the tracks
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| And I threw my record player
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| Yeah to london bridge and back
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| And I saw you on the stage
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| Singing songs we used to play
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| And I know he’s grown his hair out
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| But he still don’t look like me
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| Yeah but I know that you were listening
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| Cuz I heard it in your song
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| Said I may be moving, baby
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| But I ain’t moving on
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| And I could sing you a lullaby
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| That I made up in the dark
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| But you know what I think
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| I would rather sing yours
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| Yeah cuz honey they don’t make 'em
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| With their voices still shaking anymore
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| And the whistling of the boxcars
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| Threw me out into the wind
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| And it was cold in san francisco
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| And I was thinking back to when
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| Yeah when you dropped me down by the water
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| And you danced on the golden gate
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| And I was thinking about a love we had
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| Yes and a love that we used to make
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| And I saw you up in washington
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| With your new boy at the gig
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| Said I may be settling baby
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| But I’m settling big
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| And you told me you couldn’t wait on me
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| Any longer to decide
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| Well that may be true
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| But its no excuse for you to lie
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| This ain’t no room with a view
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| Its just a fancy place for you to run and hide
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| And the last clock on the wall
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| Well she’s starting to fall
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| Yeah but no one seems to mind it at all
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| Well i threw my glass out on main street
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| Started a fire in central park
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| Yes but the crowd that I was hoping for
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| They just vanished in the dark
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| So I walked around the corner
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| Yeah with the crazies on the street
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| And I saw a girl who looked just like you
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| She had no shoes upon her feet
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| And she told me that she heard from angels
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| And they told her what to do
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| I said they may be talking, baby
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| But they ain’t talking to you
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| And they told her that she could fly
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| If she jumped off a building that was high
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| You know what, that may be the last thing that she said
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| Still I wish that you wouldn’t listen
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| To every voice that creeps inside your head
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| And the last clock on the wall
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| Well she’s starting to fall
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| Yeah but no one seems to mind it at all
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| And the last clock on the wall
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| Well she’s starting to fall
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| Yeah but no one seems to care at all |