| When the road was wide
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| We walked side by side
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| Where it narrowed one fell behind
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| It was okay in those days
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| We were headed the same way
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| Didn’t care who’d get there first
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| You copy you paste you lose
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| So your bird can sing
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| It’s a beautiful thing
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| And you taught her all the songs we knew
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| But your bird, your bird, makes up all her own words
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| Which is just what I loved about you
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| Coming off of Cape Ann
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| Head to toe salt and sand
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| And the stain of the yellowing foan
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| The Atlantic, she loves you, you’re the one who got away
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| And she wants you back home
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| When the road is wide
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| We walk side by side
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| Where it narrows one falls behind
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| It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re all heading the same way
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| I don’t care who gets there first
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| Coming off of Cape Ann
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| Head to toe salt and sand
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| And the stain of the yellowing foan
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| The Atlantic, she loves you, you’re the one who got away
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| And she wants you back home
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| The Atlantic, she loves you
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| And she wants you back home
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| The Atlantic, she loves you
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| And she wants you back home
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| The Atlantic, she loves you
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| You’re the one who got away
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| And she wants you back home
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| She wants you back
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| She loves you
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| You’re the one who got away
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| The Atlantic, she loves you
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| You’re the one who got away
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| She loves you |