| Where you are is where you are
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| And it’s just the way it is
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| Days just keep rolling on
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| They won’t miss me when I’m gone
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| I’m the chorus to that lonely street
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| Just footsteps fading to a dying beat
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| The words don’t come to me so easily
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| Don’t believe what you hear until you’ve heard it from me
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| The words don’t come to me so easily
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| The words don’t come to me so easily
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| Most days I take the train
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| From here to there
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| Then back to here
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| Friends are friends, I guess
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| But friends are rare
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| Some talk but never hear
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| I’m the chorus to your broken dreams
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| Just footsteps fleeing from a dying scene
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| Outside my window the train
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| Is a friend just zipping by
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| I’ll catch you when I catch you man
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| Maybe we can go for a ride
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| Outside my window the train
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| Is a friend just zipping by
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| I’ll catch you when I catch you man |