| We sit and watch umbrellas fly
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| I’m trying to keep my newspaper dry
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| I hear myself say,
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| My boat’s leaving now'
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| …so we shake hands and cry
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| Now I must wave goodbye
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| Wave goodbye
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| You know
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| I don’t want to cry again
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| I don’t want to cry again
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| Don’t want to say goodbye
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| I don’t want to cry again
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| I don’t want to run away
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| Don’t want to race this pain
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| I’ll never see your face again
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| Oh but how
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| How can you say
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| That I didn’t try…
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| You see things in the depths of my eyes
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| That my love’s run dry
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| No…
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| We leave to their goodbyes
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| I’ve come to depend on the look in their eyes
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| My blood’s sweet for pain
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| The wind and the rain bring back words of a song
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| And they say: wave goodbye
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| Wave goodbye
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| But you know
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| I don’t want to fall again
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| Don’t want to know this pain
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| Don’t want another friend
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| Don’t want to try again
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| Don’t want to see you hurt
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| Don’t let me see you hurt
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| I don’t want to cry again
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| I’ll never see your face again
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| How can you say
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| That I didn’t try
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| You know I did
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| You see thngs in the depths of my eyes
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| That my loves run dry
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| …so I read to myself:
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| A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons
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| On the front page
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| A black and white picture of Manhattan Skyline |