| It’s so quiet on these windswept days
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| The city lights, the golden rays
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| The sunlight on the subway tracks
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| Are you mad again? |
| If you like I’ll take it back
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| They’re just your feelings
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| I wasn’t looking at her ass
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| Oh, do you mean it?
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| It’s so lonesome, all this happenstance
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| If you asked me, yes, I’d like to dance
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| Just show me a glove-covered hand
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| A perfumed dress is more than I can stand
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| And you approach me
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| With your hollow hearted hand
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| And you tell me:
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| «It's not civilized, it’s not fair to me
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| The blues, the greys, the olive greens
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| All take you far away from me
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| The girls in their summer dresses see»
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| Though you don’t notice
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| They all look back at me
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| Is this on purpose?
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| Oh no, no, no
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| Oh no, no, no
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| Oh no, no, no
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| I offer you this one olive branch
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| It’s not as though they’re always so keen
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| And we’re both just the victims of circumstance
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| Do you understand, do you know what I mean?
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| Oh no, no, no
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| Oh no, no, no
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| Oh no, no, no
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| Oh no, no, no
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| I’m a husband first, I’m a childless curse
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| I’m a faithful man with a faceless thirst
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| I’ll stay with you, oh please don’t sigh
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| I try to explain, but you cry, and cry, and cry
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| And you hate me when I ask the reason why
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| You’ll trade me a dollar for some sense
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| But don’t blame me, I was only making sense
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| Oh I’m so sorry, I was only making sense |