| When it could be said
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| That I’m not in time with what’s in front of me
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| Well who should I turn to
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| When there’s so many things we should go through
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| Back when we first met
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| There was a storm off Chebucto Head
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| And some people I didn’t like
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| And there’s someone here that you and I recognize
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| She’s not you
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| It’s not me
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| It’s just a bit of everybody else
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| And all the others they surround
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| It won’t do
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| It can’t be
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| When is it time for winter’s white to melt
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| For all the people in this town
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| If I never considered
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| A little drop in the pressure that defines me as human
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| I try not to let it go
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| You never tell by the pick of the litter
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| It keeps coming back in the tides and swells
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| And there’s nothing to hold it at bay
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| I figured you knew that
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| And who stood up, was there anybody out there
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| I never thought to ask
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| It made the time pass
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| Knowing that I didn’t care
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| I’m wishing for some other chances
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| There wasn’t time to review all the circumstances
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| Of all the particular sounds
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| Converging around us
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| And then the sky’s gone out
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| Was on a record player in the middle of the city
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| On a song that I never enjoyed
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| Until I got older
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| So you carried it up to the finish
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| And that version of yourself began to diminish
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| And nobody saw it go down
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| And I thought I knew you
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| She isn’t you
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| It wasn’t me
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| It was a bit of everybody else
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| And all the others they surround
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| It won’t do
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| It can’t be
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| When is it time for winter’s white to melt
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| For all the people in this town
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| Never, not again
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| Will I commit to looking carefully back
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| At places I didn’t go
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| When there’s so many people I’ll never know |