| I remember a girl on her cell phone, surrounded by her friends
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| Eyes flickering, she’s trying to smother a smile in her hands
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| Is it someone for us, someone more worry free
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| Someone who can say, «Leave the worrying about him to me, Josephine»
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| I remember you there in the last rays of light at diplomacy’s end
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| Eyes flickering, you’re crying, «But isn’t this when the crimes begin?»
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| When the people you want to don’t
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| And the people who do, you don’t believe do you, Josephine?
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| I remember you there at the table, surrounded by all the day’s plans
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| Eyes flickering, you’re trying to let a coffee cup warm your hands
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| Maybe we’re born lost, born to persevere
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| But, honey, I’d walk into your painting until I reappeared
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| As a speck of comet tail dust
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| A blue green northern light
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| Flickering just
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| In your eyes' deepest ravines
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| Goodnight, goodnight, Josephine
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| Goodnight, goodnight, Josephine
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| Goodnight, goodnight, Josephine
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| Goodnight, goodnight
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| Goodnight, goodnight
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| Goodnight, goodnight
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| Goodnight, goodnight
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| Goodnight, goodnight
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| Goodnight, goodnight
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| Goodnight, goodnight
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| Goodnight, goodnight, Josephine
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| Josephine
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| Josephine
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| Josephine |