| There’s pieces of us along every street
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| I watch from her pictures, I watch from her pictures
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| She hides in the closet and sings me to sleep
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| I’ll always be with her, she’ll always be just out of reach
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| I don’t know why I’m calling you tonight
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| Guess it’s just better than tracing lies
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| From California to Cicero Coast
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| Hoping, my dear, I’ll meet your ghost
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| Shredding a mattress, divide by a script
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| You convinced yourself I’ll soon forget but
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| What am I without cording regrets
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| You judge your worth by the weight of your baggage
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| Well Jersey wasn’t far enough
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| It wasn’t far enough
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| You ran like the devil to get away from us
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| So darling, are you high enough?
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| Are you high enough, are you high enough?
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| To look down on me and think that you’re in heaven
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| There’s pieces of us along every street
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| I watch from her pictures, I watch from her pictures
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| She hides in the closet and sings me to sleep
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| I’ll always be with her, she’ll always be just out of reach
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| I don’t know why I’m calling you tonight
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| Guess it’s just better than bleeding lights
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| Bright enough to burn this distance
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| Hoping, my dear, oh, this time you’ll listen
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| Do you like waking up with San Euro drinks
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| Then kissing strangers that taste like me
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| Bottom this ocean swallows the stars
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| Engulfing on every wish you lead is gone
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| Well Jersey wasn’t far enough
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| It wasn’t far enough
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| You ran like the devil to get away from us
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| So darling, are you high enough?
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| Are you high enough, are you high enough?
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| To look down on me and think that you’re in heaven
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| There’s pieces of us along every street
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| I watch from her pictures, I watch from her pictures
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| She hides in the closet and sings me to sleep
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| I’ll always be with her, she’ll always be just out of reach
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| So darling, don’t leave me all on my own
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| The miles mean nothing we’re closer than ever before
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| Too much just happened for me to come home
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| Would you welcome me Jersey if I wound up cold at your door?
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| There’s pieces of us along every street
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| I watch from her pictures, I watch from her pictures
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| She hides in the closet and sings me to sleep
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| I’ll always be with her, she’ll always be just out of reach
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| So darling, don’t leave me all on my own
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| The miles mean nothing, we’re closer than ever before
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| Too much just happened for me to come home
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| Would you welcome me Jersey, if I wound up cold at your door?
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| Would you welcome me Jersey, if I wound up cold at your door?
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| Would you welcome me Jersey, if I wound up cold at your door? |