| Gusts of filth slit the wintry air
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| We stood where trains won’t even dare
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| When the call comes in you know
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| What’s going on in that home
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| Wrote you a letter ‘cause life is precious
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| You were homeward bound
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| Toward the sound of silence
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| Stuck here under April skies
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| Old friend, you’re between planets
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| And it doesn’t…
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| Sound good like music in a record store
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| Feel warm like someone you never felt before
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| I miss your look of intensity
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| East and West and what «Emma» means
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| Boys and girls of D. I
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| What it truly means to be kind
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| But it doesn’t…
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| Sound good like music in a record store
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| Feel warm like someone you never felt before
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| I made your mother cry when you went away
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| It’s the day after the perfect day
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| Everything’s telling me that he’s gone
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| You say you’re here but you aren’t
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| Red cloaks and wistful faces
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| All rise for the ever-restless
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| I guess I always knew
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| That this would happen to you
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| And you’d see it through
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| And it doesn’t…
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| Sound good like music in a record store
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| Feel warm like someone you never felt before
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| Made your mother cry when you went away
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| It’s the week after the perfect day
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| Made your mother cry when you went away
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| And there are no more perfect days |