| As I circle the picnic table
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| Eyes watch me in my flowing dress
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| The sky is an unnatural shade of green
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| But it? |
| s really just the light through the trees
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| Red and white inviting cookie store in New York City
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| I took a chocolate photograph
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| A thirteen month old smiling child
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| Mother ends our conversation
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| Calls me a lunatic
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| Dancing in the middle of a crazy diamond
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| I? |
| m kicking dust into the stagnant air
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| I am a shortstop between here and third
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| But the traffic never slows
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| Still I wave
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| My sister tells a funny situation, she is happy in her thinking
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| As the phone begins to ring, a big boom fills the room
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| It is a man who wants my sister all to himself
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| So I must break the news she is gay
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| Laughing in the middle of a crazy diamond
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| She? |
| s kicking dust into the stagnant air
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| She is a shortstop between here and third
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| But the traffic will never slow
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| Oh, she waves anyway
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| Each day you make your bed all by yourself
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| Tossing flowers, the names engraved with pencil marks
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| A constant quirky conversation
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| Oh, should you change your name
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| To protect your innocence
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| Spinning in the middle of your crazy diamond
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| I? |
| m kicking dust into your stagnant air
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| You are a shortstop between here and third
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| But the traffic will never slow
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| Still I wave
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| As I circle the picnic table
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| Yours eyes watch me in my flowing dress
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| The sky is an unnatural shade of gray
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| But it? |
| s really just the light fading from your eyes
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| Yes, it? |
| s really just the light fading, fading
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| Yes, it? |
| s really just the light |