| I went back to Boston
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| Back to the city you were lost in
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| I went back to the place
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| Without your face in the stone
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| Walked around Harvard Square
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| The runaway kids are still hanging out there
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| And I took the red line
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| All the way across the River Charles
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| Some things try and try
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| But they never fly, and they never fly
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| You reach up from the waves
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| And find that you’re only waving goodbye
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| Went walking in Boston
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| Over a bridge I used to walk on
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| I was looking for my heart
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| That I’d flung into that sea of stone
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| Boston said, you need not apply
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| For your license to fly
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| Hey, young lady, don’t look so surprised
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| You know you’re not alone
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| Some things try and try
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| And they never fly, and they never fly
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| You reach up from the waves
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| And find that you’re only waving goodbye
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| It was Memorial Day
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| I went to where you lay
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| There were thousands of people
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| Just like you in a giant graveyard
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| You came all of that way
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| Looking for the sky, you got a slap in the face
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| You had a desperate need to be loved
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| You just got put in that place
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| You better know your place, boy
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| Some things try and try
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| And they never fly, and they never fly
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| You reach up from the waves
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| And find that you’re only waving goodbye
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| Only waving
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| You’re only waving
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| You’re only waving
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| You’re only waving goodbye |