| Fire engines
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| Are winding back to start up again
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| Over the bridges
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| Where many people gather
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| Trying to reach the sea
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| It’s three-thirty, and I’m thinking of you
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| Regret
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| The church is empty now
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| Newspapers blowing onto the street
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| I read my downfall
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| And count the Coca-Cola signs
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| I’ll give up all my old ideas
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| It’s three-thirty, and I’m thinking of you
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| Regret
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| Though I’m standing still
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| I’m in a moving place
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| The wilderness is quiet
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| The wilderness
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| Fire engines
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| Are winding back to start up again
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| This is the window
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| That overlooks my better times
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| And I can’t let them go
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| And I can’t let them go
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| It’s three-thirty, and I’m thinking of you
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| Regret
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| Regret
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| Regret |