| Well I’m gone again, give them my best
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| I’ll float my wishes to the west
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| When I come home, it’ll all be fine
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| But it’s the way it goes and ain’t it so
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| The fastest one to let it go
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| Always out of sight and out of mind
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| Now the coins go tumblin' through the cracks
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| There ain’t no way she’s ever gonna get them back
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| And the tears come hard like the cold November rain
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| And it’s safe to say that we both know
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| That I don’t really have to say I told you so
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| ‘Cause if I did, I’d have to again and again and again
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| But with tattered wings
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| Staggerin' against the wind
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| It’s so damn hard to fly
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| But that old bird
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| Never understood a word
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| Of taking flight alone without a plan
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| I’ll be there when she lands
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| Now the struggle’s on and it won’t be long
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| ‘Til winter’s clutch is holdin' strong
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| And I do believe it won’t soon be letting go
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| So bid farewell to the ones you knew
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| Like a drunk old sinner born a-new
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| And say hello to the sweeping winds of change
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| Yeah, speed it up my friend
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| The sooner you’re caught, then the sooner you’ll mend
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| And your wounds will heal in time
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| It takes one to know one
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| Now you should know that by now
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| Don’t you feel bad?
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| It’s all you ever had
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| (Bridge)
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| And though I really can’t believe the things that I have seen
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| It puts my feet back on the ground where yours probably should have been
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| All along, throughout the song, three Manhattans and we can’t move alone
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| Let’s skip ahead some years
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| The dust has settled and the smoke has cleared
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| And all is well and fine
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| There’s no thunder or lightning
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| The water’s warm and the fish are biting
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| There’s no bumps in the road that I can see
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| Smooth sailing on the sea |