| I was so lost and you were so profound
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| You taught me how to fly with my feet still on the ground
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| And you told me to be what it is that I was
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| No matter what all of the businessmen said
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| Serious Richard, why do you frown like you do?
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| Why do you think the whole world is after you?
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| Well, you’re probably right and it’s probably true about me, too
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| 'Cause sometimes the world ain’t sweet
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| Oh these days, when was it ever?
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| Maybe it’s just this city hurts
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| Oh Richard, I love you worse
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| Serious Richard
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| I often recall the time in the doorway in Paris
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| The time of the broken sinks and the broken hearts
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| And the broken weeds that we tore apart
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| Thinking they were flowers, thinking they were art
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| We were so smart, Richard
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| We liked our love, we loved to live
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| Out in the streets we knew how to give
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| We were alive, happy to be alive
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| You don’t know my memory lingers
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| Or the message of your fingers
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| Serious Richard, where did you go?
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| I never thought an ending we would ever know
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| Now it’s so cold without your love |