| The writing’s on the subway wall
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| I’m sorry that I never called
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| I, I never phoned
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| or wrote to you
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| It’s silly 'cause
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| I wanted to Oh yes, the subway wall
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| sadly seems to say it all
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| It’s my mistake, I know that now
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| a bit too late to cry…
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| You’re somewhere else
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| with someone else
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| and here am I, all by myself
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| An empty wall, and empty me I write the things that should’ve been
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| I tell the world how much I care
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| and miss the one
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| that isn’t there
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| OH — The writing on the wall
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| OH — The writing on the wall
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| OH — The writing on the wall
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| OH — The writing on the wall…
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| The writing’s on the subway wall
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| and give or take a year or so someone will come
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| and rub it out
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| delete the words
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| that hurt my heart
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| Oh yes, there will remain
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| a little hurt, a little stain
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| the memory can still be read
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| upon the wall
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| inside my head
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| OH — The writing on the wall
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| (right on)
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| Oh — The writing on the wall
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| OH — The writing on the wall
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| (write on)
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| Oh — The writing on the wall
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| OH — The writing on the wall |