| Looking so young and self-assured,
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| With her black hair flowing in the wind.
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| Riding this rusty bike up Avenue of the Americas.
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| Just a look as long as it takes,
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| To draw a careful breath,
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| And realize after this moment,
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| I may never see her again.
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| We’re passing like shooting stars in the sky
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| I could have missed it all in the blink of an eye.
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| I could throw out my arms for the world to see,
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| Scatter my cares to be carried on summer’s breeze,
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| But below a thousand stories are flooding the streets,
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| So it doesn’t matter much what I believe.
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| We’re passing like shooting stars in the sky
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| I could have missed it all in the blink of an eye.
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| We’re passing like shooting stars in the sky
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| Watch the flower’s pedals wilt, wither, and slowly die.
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| Oh I’ll come back for you, if you can remember my face.
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| I’ll come back for you, if you can only wait.
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| I’ll come back for you, if you can wait. |