Her window was hung like a painting
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She worried it might come to life
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She stared for hours
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So obsessed was I and self-absorbed that I
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Didn't see that she was
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Crying
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There was always someone carrying
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There was always someone carrying
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Always someone's carrying Cathy
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There were times when I'd find myself saying that:
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"Friends, you don't understand"
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And she's different when it's just me and her, and I
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Closed the door and I tried to hang on and she
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Sank into the dark
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I was over my head
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There was always someone carrying
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There was always someone carrying
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Always someone's carrying Cathy
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We gave you everything
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You could have been anything
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We gave you everything
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You could have done anything
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But to imagine a fall
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With no one at all to catch you
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There'd always been someone
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Then one night she climbed into the picture frame
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Out in the frozen air
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And out of sight
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Woke up sad from this dream I've been having
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The last couple nights or so
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With her father and brothers we're all at the funeral
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Carrying a box through the rain
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Then somebody says that it's always been this way
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Always someone's carrying
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There was always someone carrying
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Always someone's carrying Cathy
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Carrying Cathy
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| Ben Folds |
