| It’s the pounding in the heart whenever you are gone without any trace
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| It’s the breaking of the waves that were about to really carry someplace
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| It’s a major minor detail
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| It’s a solitary sequel to never knowing anything at all
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| It’s the ticking of the clock when you wake up alone at seven AM
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| It’s the thought of getting used to something so right and then just throw it
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| away
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| It’s a major minor detail
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| on a misty morning L train
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| and the fear of having to go back
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| You’ll hear the piano sound
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| and know something turned around
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| It’s the circus I bring on whenever i reach out to touch you my dear
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| It’s the laws of our attraction and the fact that it’s all going somewhere
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| It’s a major minor detail
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| like erasing that old ghost trail
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| So one day I can be with you
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| You’ll hear the piano sound
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| and know someone turned around
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| It’s the morning after everything has dawned and I’m about to be late
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| the sun here on my left and that piano on the right is my date
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| It’s a major minor detail
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| It’s a solitary sequel to never knowing anything at all |