| When the cafe doors exploded, I reacted, too
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| Reacted to you
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| Cast into that sunny morning, I was coming too
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| But now I’m coming too
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| Papers in the wind a-waltzing, I was dancing, too
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| My mind danced to you
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| Lifted up on wings of strangers, saw a face and knew
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| Then I saw you — red, white and bruised
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| Silent for a moment, then singing, I thought I could hear
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| Singing turned to sirens as ringing returned to my ears
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| And the sirens called me back to their miserable rock
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| While you’re following the sparrow, I can only follow the clock |