| I grew up in the kind of place you have to pass
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| When traveling somewhere else
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| My mother laughed more than she cried
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| But when she cried
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| Well it was something everyone felt
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| Virginia
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| I’ve been baffled by the echoes
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| I’ve been deafened by the sounds of that place
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| Where they said we should dream of heaven
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| And keep our feet right on the ground
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| I don’t know if this is where we’re meant to be
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| But hey Virginia
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| Won’t you spend your days with me
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| I dreamt of skies
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| A quiet blue that laid to rest the pain of darker days
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| And my dreams collide with subway cars
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| But in my heart I knew that I was frightened for a change
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| Morning paints the bedroom in a faded grey
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| My hands remember yours
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| I drank because I could not sleep
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| Now I can’t sleep 'cause I don’t drink no more
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| I don’t know if this is where we’re meant to be
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| But hey Virginia
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| Won’t you spend your days with me
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| New York ain’t so pretty
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| New York ain’t so strange
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| Soon we’ll both forget our alibis
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| Then maybe we could find a way to change
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| I don’t know if this is where we’re meant to be
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| I don’t know if this is where we’re meant to be
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| I don’t know if this is where we’re meant to be
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| But hey Virginia
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| Won’t you spend your days with me
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| Won’t you spend your days with me |