When I got off the bus it was six in the evening
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Snow was blowing across the intersection
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For the last six hours I've been lost in a book
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So it took me a second to remember what I was doing
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Standing in the middle of a bustling sidewalk
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Under barren branches silhouetted by street lamps
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I reached into my overcoat pocket
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And brought out a letter with your address on it
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And I may be dreaming but I've come to you
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I have nowhere else to run
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How you gonna say what's never been said?
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I'll tell you how it's done
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You just look into your eyes
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You look into your eyes
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And follow 'em down, you gotta follow 'em down
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Till the streets are lined with trees
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On the last block there's a little blue house
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It's the only house I see
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And up in the window a light still shines
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Your daddy showed you what was wrong with life
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I wanna show you how to make it right
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Hey, hey baby, I'm in your city
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Tonight
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In Your City
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| Mason Jennings |
