The warmth of north main street
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Shows me how I took myself through
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Illogical landscapes with you
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Scribbling on napkins in foreign ports
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All sorts of sidewalks I don't traverse anymore
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All kinds of people I don't write into the score
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Well I see you drive your car past my house
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You're so far from admitting I've emerged
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From under your deep weather
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You may never hear the future I have heard
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Oh the sound rebounds off the highest plateau
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Of the people I will love
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And the things I will know
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If I go
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The utility of lipstick
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Escapes to a styrofoam cup
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The coffee gone, the conversation strong
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Oh though leaving's never easy
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Sentiments like shadows grow long
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Your tears collect outside my bedroom window
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Like the winter's last little snow
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And I am still the worst company that I have ever kept
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I just didn't want you to witness my weakness as I wept
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And I still define myself by the places that I've been
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I just didn't want you to see me traveling inbetween
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It seems to me I'm not doing anything new
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I'm just not doing what I used to
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The warmth of north main street
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Shows me how I took myself through
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Illogical landscapes with you
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Scribbling on napkins in foreign ports
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All sorts of sidewalks I don't traverse anymore
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All kinds of people I know right into the score
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Well I see you drive your car past my house
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You're so far from admitting I've emerged
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From under your deep weather
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You may never hear the future I have heard
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Oh the sound rebounds off the highest plateau
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Of the people I will love
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And the things I will know
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If I go
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North Main Street
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| Ani DiFranco |
