| All the cities in the world
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| And so very little time and
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| So many different girls…
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| All you have to do is find them
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| There’s a wealth of opportunity you make your plans accordingly
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| A pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristy
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| Say how’d you like to run away from these machines?
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| Everywhere the spies are printing out our dreams
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| Seven stops in seven different countries
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| Seven page itineraries
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| Memories thick as Bloody Marys
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| Jesus Joseph bloody hell
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| Right now we’re here in Boston
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| In love with Downtown crossing
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| New York will still be there in the morning
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| Come back to bed my darling
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| I had Julian and Steve
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| You had Julia and Jeanette
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| You wear your terror on your sleeve
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| For all the men I haven’t met (yet)
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| I had Oliver in Potsdam you had Eleanor in Amsterdam
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| We’re keeping score so carefully
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| We’ve missed the state we’re in completely
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| Honestly your foot is out the door
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| And I’ve got scores of offers elsewhere
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| And keep both feet planted firmly in the air
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| And tomorrow you can totally erase me from your mind
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| But trust me everything is fine
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| Because right now we’re here in Boston
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| In my apartment in the South End
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| Forget your friends in London
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| Come back to bed my darling
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| You can put the details in a letter
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| The more embarrassing the better
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| Right now I can be happy if I choose to
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| I know that in the morning I will lose you…
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| And maybe you’ll be mad
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| And maybe I’ll be gray
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| Before we really understand or maybe it won’t matter anyway
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| We’ll find out that your mom was right
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| And you’ll admit you’re really gay
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| And maybe we’ll wake up
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| In a city far away
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| Or maybe we’ll make up
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| And buy a house and have a dozen kids who’ll run away
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| It doesn’t matter anyway
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| Right now we’re here in Boston
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| N I M B R F T O feeling
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| Don’t worry who these jokes will all be lost on
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| Come back to bed my darling
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| There is nothing in the world that we can count on
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| Even that we will wake up is an assumption
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| But I know for a fact that I loved someone
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| And for about a year he lived in Boston
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| In Boston |