| She’s been out of time and out of touch
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| Faded signs never showed me no warnings
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| Through fluorescent windows
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| Into empty rooms
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| Jump inside and
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| She’s gone come the morning
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| Any way the winds blow
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| Sunday afternoon I’m falling
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| Go the distance, no resistance
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| Spin me 'round again
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| Send me another kind of angel
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| Show me another kind of dream in red
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| Find me waiting
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| At the bottom of the moment.
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| You know
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| Cause that’s where you died in my head
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| I was waiting for that perfect chance
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| City life never been so exciting
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| Now I’m down and out on seventh avenue
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| Walking away, but at least I’m still fighting
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| Any way the winds blow
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| Sunday afternoon I’m falling
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| Go the distance, no resistance
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| Spin me 'round again
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| When all you know is a lie
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| And all you feel
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| is the weight that’s laid
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| upon your shoulders
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| When all you hear is the sound
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| of raindrops coming down
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| And all the fires of life you light
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| can do is smolder |