| I spend my days writing letters
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| I spend my evenings singing songs
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| The last five years have gone so quickly
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| Someday soon, my time will be done
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| And I used to walk in New York City
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| Watch the sunrise east of Tompkins Square
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| Since I’ve been gone, does the city miss me?
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| I wonder if she hears my call
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| Though I am far away and I am all alone
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| There are parts of me that still are holding on
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| To moments long since passed, and secrets I recall
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| And friends I used to have who I don’t know anymore
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| I watch the sky in each new city
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| It’s not so different, I see more stars
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| Now I’m counting clouds to calm my feelings
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| Which tend to race away in the dark
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| Though I am far away and I am all alone
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| There are parts of me that still are holding on
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| To moments long since passed, and secrets I recall
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| And friends I used to have who I don’t know anymore
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| I don’t wanna be seen like I don’t care
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| It just gets hard on me out there
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| But when I dream I’m not in Memphis
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| I’m on my way home on that train
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| And I don’t feel so lost and different
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| Lord, the miles, how they cut me deep
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| Though I am far away and I am all alone
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| There are parts of me that still are holding on
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| To moments long since passed, and secrets I recall
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| And friends I used to have who I don’t know anymore |